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“He groped for his loafers and walked aimlessly for some time among the trees of the coppice where thrushes were singing so richly, with such sonorous force, such fluty fioriture that one could not endure the agony of consciousness, the filth of life, the loss, the loss, the loss.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

“You who walk the earth know only the moment, which is whisked away with your next exhalation.”
― Ray Bradbury, From the Dust Returned

“The un-people, the anti-tribe, humanity’s sack unpicked and sewn together again with the moon inside.”
― Clive Barker, Cabal

“Oh, monsters are scared," said Lettie. "That's why they're monsters.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane