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“God forbid we should both go to heaven. Its endlessness would make us hate each other. Better for you to be in heaven and me in hell. We would long for each other, dream of each other, idealize each other. You would rail against God, since he was keeping you from consummating your love. I would send smoke signals from my pit of brimstone - love letters that smelled like sulfur and made you choke. Maybe we would even try to sneak off to purgatory for illicit rendezvous.”
― Supervert, Necrophilia Variations

“He moved in a world of chaos of self, fearful and astonished to be here, right here, alive in a pine-paneled bedroom.”
― Michael Cunningham, A Home at the End of the World

“Sometimes Crawford's tone reminded Starling of the know-it-all caterpillar in Lewis Caroll.”
― Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

“if she looked deeply where the dark sucks in the sparks, she might see something useful. She thought she might see glee. Thank”
― Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs