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“Did you bite someone?' Jack enquired. 'I laughed at people, which is much worse. My laughter has sharper teeth than any dog. It tears people apart who wish to be taken seriously, but I could not help myself. There were many complaints and finally a man in a brown suit came and looked at me. He was very important and not used to being laughed at, but I could see he had dandruff on his collar, and there was a spot of his breakfast egg on his lapel. You should have seen him - so puffed up and proud of himself. I couldn't help but laugh and that made people see him as I did, and so they laughed too. All of a sudden everyone realised that for all his status in official matters, he was a man who lived alone and was loveless.”

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Book:Greylands
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“Another of them died last night. His body was in the bazaar this morning. It lay, with a collecting bowl at its feet, on the charpoy that is reserved for those who die without money or family to bury them. He looked desiccated and his skin had the sheen and color of the dates we eat to break our fast. There are new bodies on that charpoy every week.”

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Book:The Dancing Girls of Lahore: Selling Love and Saving Dreams in Pakistan's Pleasure District
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“And the next day the gondolier came with a train of other gondoliers, all decked in their holiday garb, and on his gondola sat Angela, happy, and blushing at her happiness. Then he and she entered the house in which I dwelt, and came into my room (and it was strange indeed, after so many years of inversion, to see her with her head above her feet!), and then she wished me happiness and a speedy restoration to good health (which could never be); and I in broken words and with tears in my eyes, gave her the little silver crucifix that had stood by my bed or my table for so many years. And Angela took it reverently, and crossed herself, and kissed it, and so departed with her delighted husband. And as I heard the song of the gondoliers as they went their way--the song dying away in the distance as the shadows of the sundown closed around me--I felt that they were singing the requiem of the only love that had ever entered my heart.”

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Author:William Schwenk Gilbert
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“На этот раз, глядя на картины, он заметил, что они разделены лабиринтом узких полос однотонных серовато-зеленых обоев. Лабиринт был весьма прихотлив по рисунку. "Может быть, это и есть мое пространство? -подумал Демилле. -- Узкие однотонные проходы между чужими жизнями".”

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Book:Потерянный дом или Разговоры с Милордом
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“Hudson, I keep starting this and stopping again because I can never decide which version of me is supposed to write it. That sounds strange, doesn’t it? Some days it feels as though several different people move through the same hours wearing my face. And none of them agree on what is real or what matters. One of them wakes up early and tries very hard to be normal. She drinks water, opens the curtains, reads things carefully, answers letters like someone who understands consequences. Another version barely leaves the bed. She lies there listening to the house breathe around her, floorboards settling, pipes humming, like the building itself is trying not to disturb her. And then there is the one I don’t like speaking about. She arrives later in the day. She doesn’t feel like she belongs to me at all.”

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Book:A Lifetime Ago: The Disappearance of Florence Rivera
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“King of silver King of gold And everything glittering Under the ground Hades is king Of oil and coal And the riches that flow Where those rivers are found But for half of the year with Persephone gone His loneliness moves in him crude and black He thinks of his wife in the arms of the sun And jealousy fuels him and feeds him and fills him With doubt that she'll never come Dread that she'll never come Doubt that his lover Will ever come back”

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Author:Anias Mitchell
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“I used to dream about escaping my ordinary life, but my life was never ordinary. I had simply failed to notice how extraordinary it was. Likewise, I never imagined that home might be something I would miss. Yet as we stood loading our boats in the breaking dawn, on a brand new precipice of Before and After, I thought of everything I was about to leave behind—my parents, my town, my once-best-and-only friend—and I realized that leaving wouldn’t be like I had imagined, like casting off a weight. Their memory was something tangible and heavy, and I would carry it with me.”

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Author:Ransom Riggs
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“I couldn't help but suspect something he'd seen or encountered had changed his view of what had happened between them. It had somehow set him free. And he'd let it fly, that gorgeous blackbird of a love he'd been keeping in a cage. What was it like for him, every day standing outside in the wind and rain to stare at the ocean, yearning for some sign of her, never giving up hope? At The Peak perhaps she'd finally come into view, a ship coming neither toward him nor away, only riding that perfect line between heaven and earth, long enough for him to know that she had loved him, that what they had was real, before slipping out of sight, probably forever.”

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Book:Night Film
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“I lost myself immediately in one of the books, only emerging when the phone rang. “Dashiell?” my father intoned. As if someone else with my voice might be answering the phone at my mother’s apartment. “Yes, Father?” “Leeza and I would like to wish you a merry Christmas.” “Thank you, Father. And to you, as well.” [awkward pause] [even more awkward pause] “I hope your mother isn’t giving you any trouble.” Oh, Father, I love it when you play this game. “She told me if I clean all the ashes out of the grate, then I’ll be able to help my sisters get ready for the ball.” “It’s Christmas, Dashiell. Can’t you give that attitude a rest?” “Merry Christmas, Dad. And thanks for the presents.” “What presents?” “I’m sorry—those were all from Mom, weren’t they?” “Dashiell …” “I gotta go. The gingerbread men are on”

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Author:Rachel Cohn
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“As Ganin looked up at the skeletal roof in the ethereal sky he realized with merciless clarity that his affair with Mary was ended forever. It had lasted no more than four days—four days which were perhaps the happiest days of his life. But now he had exhausted his memories, was sated by them, and the image of Mary, together with that of the old dying poet, now remained in the house of ghosts, which itself was already a memory”

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Author:Vladimir Nabokov
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