Ozella Nanni

“And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“You really only learn your place, her mother once said, when you're left in it.”
― Megan Abbott, You Will Know Me

“I'm thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art, And this is the only immortality that you and I may share, my Lolita.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“Същият вятър, който облъхваше ноздрите на Майора, развяваше къдриците на Жаклин и разхлаждаше руменеещите слепоочия на прехласнатия Оливие.”
― Boris Vian, Мравките