Phoebe

“Imagination, like reality, has its limits.”
― Tim O'Brien, Going After Cacciato

“You misinterpret everything, even the silence.”
― Franz Kafka, The Castle

“She considered me as if grasping all at once the incredible -- and somehow tedious, confusing and unnecessary -- fact that the distant, elegant, slender, forty-year-old valetudinarian in velvet coat sitting beside her had known and adored every pore and follicle of her pubescent body. In her washed-out gray eyes, strangely spectacled, our poor romance was for a moment reflected, pondered upon, and dismissed like a dull party, like a rainy picnic to which only the dullest bores had come, like a humdrum exercise, like a bit of dry mud caking her childhood.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita