Boris

“Mnogo samuješ i dugo ćutiš, sine moj, zatravljen si snovima, izmoren putevima duha. Lik ti je pognut i lice blijedo, duboko spuštene vjeđe i glas kao škripa tamničkih vrata. Iziđi u ljetni dan, sine moj!
- Šta si vidio u ljetni dan, sine moj?
Vidio sam da je zemlja jaka i nebo vječno, a čovjek slab i kratkovjek.
- Šta si vidio, sine moj, u ljetni dan?
Vidio sam da je ljubav kratka, a glad vječna.
- Šta si vidio, sine moj, u ljetni dan?
Vidio sam da je ovaj život stvar mučna, koja se sastoji od nepravilne izmjene grijeha i nesreće, da živjeti znači slagati varku na varku.
- Hoćeš da usneš, sine moj?
Ne, oče, idem da ž i v i m.”
― Ivo Andrić, Ex Ponto, Nemiri, Lirika

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“Nigdje, draga moja demižano, nigdje nećemo zakasniti. Nitko nas ne čeka. Nikome nismo potrebni. Osim, možda, jedno drugome. Jer što bih ja bez tebe? A ko bi tebe znao cijeniti i voljeti da nema mene? Mi smo ti kao bračni par slijepaca - potpomažemo se u nevolji. Dijelimo dobro i zlo. Ponajviše zlo.”
― Antun Šoljan