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“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Mais, vrai, J'ai trop pleure! Les aubes sont navrantes. What a sad and beautiful line that is. I'd always hoped that someday I'd be able to use it.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“What he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“I want to tell you the story about a man.

While other people were laughing and drinking, this man would just walk until he reached the exact same spot, where he'd sit with his back to all those people---
While he did everything to signal to the world that he wanted to be left alone---
More than anything, he hoped someone would understand that what he really wanted was the exact opposite, and that this 'someone' would sit next to him and strike up a conversation.

I was that man. You were that 'someone'.”
― Tom Rob Smith, London Spy: The Complete Scripts