[You will be angry with me at first - but, alas! not for long. What I have done would have been cruel if I had been a younger woman; as it is, the experiment will hurt no one but myself.] And it will hurt me horribly (as much as, in your first anger, you may perhaps wish), because it has shown me, for the first time, all that I have missed.
— Edith Wharton, from “The Muse’s Tragedy”
Let me pray that, if I do not survive this manuscript, my executors may put caution before audacity and see that it meets no other eye.
— H.P. Lovecraft, from “The Call of Cthulhu”
[Let the old dreams die. We are dreaming new ones.]
I hope they found what they were looking for.
— John Ajvide Lindqvist, from “Let the Old Dreams Die”
, (trans. by Marlaine Delargy)
And he stepped back a little and tried again, but Chelsea, distracted now by something - maybe the plant in the far corner, standing and waiting like a person in a dream, or maybe the green shoe or some other thing that was out there and longing, to be looked at, and taken - wasn’t ready, and their hands, his then hers, passed through the air in a kind of wave, a little goodbye.
— Tao Lin, from “Sasquatch”, in Bed
Zeffirino looked at her and a number of times thought she was on the very point of starting again; but no, not even one tear came out
— Italo Calvino, from “Big Fish, Little Fish” in The Picador Book of the Beach
They wept together, for the things they now knew.
— Jhumpa Lahiri, from “A Temporary Matter” in Interpreter of Maladies