Nel

“Yet Byron never made tea as you do, who fill the pot so that when you put the lid on the tea spills over. There is a brown pool on the table--it is running among your books and papers. Now you mop it up, clumsily, with your pocket-hankerchief. You then stuff your hankerchief back into your pocket--that is not Byron; that is so essentially you that if I think of you in twenty years' time, when we are both famous, gouty and intolerable, it will be by that scene: and if you are dead, I shall weep.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

“In een paroxysme van kleuren ging de hemel zich inmiddels te buiten aan een zonsondergang, zoals die in Europa alleen door een krankzinnige belichtingstechnicus verzonnen kon worden, waarop onmiddelijk ontslag zou volgen”
― Harry Mulisch, The Discovery of Heaven

“What if people really did that - sent their love through the mail to get rid of it? What would it be that they sent? A box of chocolates with centers like the yolks of turkey eggs. A mud doll with hollow eye sockets. A heap of roses slightly more fragrant than rotten. A package wrapped in bloody newspaper that nobody would want to open.”
― Alice Munro, The Love of a Good Woman