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“An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.”
― James Joyce, Ulysses

“It’s a beautiful smile. One that brightens the rat-infested attic room. No one has ever smiled like that at me. No one. Everything inside me twists with the need to keep her close.
I should be pissed. Who knows if I’ll ever see the money from Eric. Who knows if Noah and I will lose the lease, sending me back into the system. Right now, I don’t f*cking care. I’m touching an angel.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“it made me wonder whether the brothers karamazov would have ever come down to us as a classic if its title had been the karamzov brothers.”
― William Peter Blatty, Crazy

“Stayed on, and became the Cymri. What if we're all Jews, you see? all scattered like seeds? still flying outward from the primal fist so long ago. Man, I believe that.'

'Of course you do, Gwenhidwy.' ¶ 'Aren't we then? What about you?' ¶ 'I don't know. I don't feel Jewish today.' ¶ 'I meant flying outward?' He means alone and forever separate: Pointsman knows what he means.

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― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow