Posts tagged Lit.

The man spoke, and all the others listened with interest, and their bare genitals stared stupidly and sadly at the yellow sand.


    — Milan Kundera, from “The Border” in The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, trans. by Aaron Asher

'Remember,' Ruth is saying, 'whose girl you are.'


    — Sarah Waters, from Affinity

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There will be outrage and disgust and people will turn on me at the last, they will hate me, my reputation will forever be destroyed, my punishment earned, self-inflicted like this gunshot wound, and the world will finally know that I was the greatest feather man of them all.


    —  John Boyne, from The Absolutist

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[‘This is not a good way to start,’ Ailinn said, ‘with anger between us.’]
‘On the contrary,’ Esme said, ‘this is the best possible way to start.’


    — Howard Jacobson, from J: A Novel

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I wasn’t certain of anything, but I had a job to do.


    — Lemony Snicket, from When Did You See Her Last?

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And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers— shriveled now, and brown and flat and brittle— to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.


    —

H.G. Wells, from The Time Machine


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