Alex

“You business', sagte er dann. 'Kill why?'
Sie lächelte, um zu zeigen, dass sie nicht verstand.
'Everything', sagte der Mann. 'Foam. Lorry?'
Sie hob die Schultern.
'Hobble', sagte der Mann. 'Hobble grease. Why?'
Sie lächelte verkrampft.
'Why?' Der Mann klopfte an die Scheibe.
'Grease, the hobble why!”
― Daniel Kehlmann, Ruhm. Ein Roman in neun Geschichten

“In shame, I sipped my tea and nibbled at my biscuit. I had never had tea with milk in it before or a biscuit of such rocklike cheerlessness. It tasted like something you would give a budgie to strengthen its beak.”
― Bill Bryson, Notes from a Small Island

“I was looking for the key for years
But the door was always open”
― Aravind Adiga, The White Tiger

“I wait for the significance of this to dawn. Moss grows around my feet. Glaciers form and melt.”
― C.J. Tudor, The Chalk Man