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“To be fine, fingers must be long and slender and yet provided with flesh soft enough to keep their delicate shape. Each finger must differ slightly from another, yet there must be harmony between them as a whole. There are fewer people with beautiful fingers than people with beautiful faces.”
― Natsume Sōseki, Nowaki

“The sodden crescent at the edge of my long-since-dunked digestive biscuit flotched to the desk top like excrement.”
― Will Self, The Quantity Theory of Insanity

“Here the strong glow of joy, and of gratitude, for an opinion so negligently, and yet so sincerely expressed, flew to Miss Milner's face, neck, and even to her hands and fingers; the blood mounted to every part of her skin that was visible, for not a fibre but felt the secret transport, that Dorriforth thought her more beautiful than the beautiful Miss Fenton.”
― Elizabeth Inchbald, A Simple Story

“The palms of her hands were like a damp Sunday and she wore a cross round her neck where a tiny raisin of flesh, a coagulated but still transparent bubble of dove's blood, seemed always in danger of being sliced off by that thin gold chain.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Bend Sinister