aims

“I kept thinking about the uneven quality of time--the way it was almost always so empty, and then with no warning came a few days that felt so dense and alive and real that it seemed indisputable that that was what life was, that its real nature had finally been revealed. But then time passed and unthinkably grew dead again, and it turned out that that fullness had been an aberration and might never come back.”
― Elif Batuman, The Idiot

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“The croissant was crisp and soft and flaky at the same time. Just biting it made you feel cared for.”
― Elif Batuman, The Idiot