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I had all my grand-father's melody as well as poetry by rote.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
Absconded
Haruki Murakami • 1Q84: Book 3 (2Q84 2)
To paraphrase the Urdu poet Allama Iqbal: don’t be frightened of these furious violent winds—they blow only to make you fly higher.
Thomas Olde Heuvelt • The Apex Book of World SF
He was trying to lose himself. Which meant, he realized, that his great problem right now was to escape from his cage, to discover the way out of the fly-trap, to strike the chord inside himself which would liberate those qualities capable of transforming him from a victim into a winner.
Paul Bowles • Let it Come Down: A Novel
Face. Sponge Bob Shit Pants. “No?” said Platt casually, misreading
Donna Tartt • The Goldfinch: A Novel (Pulitzer Prize for Fiction)
five thousand two hundred pesetas could certainly buy a good deal more than a hundred dollars. Still, it did not give him the pleasure he wanted from it. The feeling of unreality was too strong in him, all around him. Sharp as a toothache, definite as the smell of ammonia, yet impalpable, unlocatable, a great smear across the lens of his consciousn
... See morePaul Bowles • Let it Come Down: A Novel
my aunt would bring an anthology of verse especially chosen for travellers, called The Open Road. It had a green buckram binding and a flight of gilded swallows on the cover.
Bruce Chatwin • The Songlines
Two Paradises are in one, To live in Paradise alone. MARVELL, The Garden.