The Pomegranate Trees, William Saroyan
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The Pomegranate Trees, William Saroyan
Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
The best thing, he knew, was to love just a little bit, so when they broke it’s back, or shoved it in a croaker sack, well, maybe you’d have a little love left over for the next one.”
Toni Morrison, Beloved
Kurt Vonnegut
“You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
1987 by Paul Guest
Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
And on that evening when we grow older still we'll speak about these two young men as though they were two strangers we met on the train and whom we admire and want to help along. And we'll want to call it envy, because to call it regret would break our hearts.”
— André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name
Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father
You once told me that the human eye is god's loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn't even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
Resumé, Dorothy Parker
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Marcel Proust, in a letter to Anatole France, from Selected Letters: 1880-1903
"Many people become bankrupt through having invested too heavily in the prose of life. To have ruined one's self over poetry is an honor".
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Ernest Hemingway