Kilian

“Kesäillan hämyssä mies käveli kotiinsa verkkaisesti. Hän katseli polun ympäristöä: puita, myöhäisiä lintuja, jotka tirskuttivat puiden latvoissa, ruohoa ja muuta sellaista. Mitään hän ei ajatellut, mutta kevyt ja onnellinen olo hänellä oli.”
― Väinö Linna, Täällä Pohjantähden alla 3

“Tea should be bitter as wormwood and as sharp as a two-edged sword.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Penultimate Peril

“My life began by flickering out. It may sound strange but it is so. From the very first moment I became conscious of myself, I felt that I was already flickering out. I began to flicker out over the writing of official papers at the office; I went on flickering out when I read truths in books which I did not know how to apply in life, when I sat with friends listening to rumours, gossip, jeering, spiteful, cold, and empty chatter, and watching friendships kept up by meetings that were without aim or affection; I was flickering out and wasting my energies with Minna on whom I spent more than half of my income, imagining that I loved her; I was flickering out when I walked idly and dejectedly along Nevsky Avenue among people in raccoon coats and beaver collars – at parties, on reception days, where I was welcomed with open arms as a fairly eligible young man; I was flickering out and wasting my life and mind on trifles moving from town to some country house, and from the country house to Gorokhovaya, fixing the arrival of spring by the fact that lobsters and oysters had appeared in the shops, of autumn and winter by the special visiting days, of summer by the fêtes, and life in general by lazy and comfortable somnolence like the rest. ... Even ambition – what was it wasted on? To order clothes at a famous tailor's? To get an invitation to a famous house? To shake hands with Prince P.? And ambition is the salt of life! Where has it gone to? Either I have not understood this sort of life or it is utterly worthless; but I did not know of a better one. No one showed it to me.”
― Ivan Goncharov, Oblomov

“It was confusing pretending to be completely different people, particularly because it had been so long since the Baudelaires were able to be the people they really were.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Carnivorous Carnival