Hanyu

“She stood with her nose up, sniffing delightedly. It was the delicious mildewy fragrance of old books. Hundreds of them, she saw, looking round the room. Books were lined up on shelves on all four walls, stacked on the floor, and piled on the desk, old books in leather covers mostly, although some of the ones on the floor had newer looking colored jackets.”
― Diana Wynne Jones, House of Many Ways

“Le temps est hémophile. Je le sais aujourd'hui. Il est blessé. Il ne cicatrise pas. Il coule, a coulé. Coulera.”
― Alain Damasio, La Zone du dehors

“Cat: Where are you going?
Alice: Which way should I go?
Cat: That depends on where you are going.
Alice: I don’t know.
Cat: Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

“No more let life divide what death can join together.”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais