… Mrs. Travers in a weary tone returned the remark that no two men were dense in the same way. – Joseph Conrad – The Rescue

She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. – Toni Morrison – Beloved

I’m a human being and when a member of that fantastic species builds a nest in the heart of another, the question of permanence isn’t the first or even the last thing that’s considered. – Tennessee Williams – The Night of the Iguana

The Cathedral of St. Mary, which I afterwards visited, where the Irish attend, was a contrast indeed, and more like one of our stifling Irish Catholic churches in Boston or New York, with intelligence in so small a proportion to the number of faces. – Richard Henry Dana – Two Years Before the Mast

‘We never are what we want to be,’ he wrote, ‘but what we must be.’ – V. S. Naipaul – The Mystic Masseur

Nobody who get to the end of Leviticus can still take that book seriously. Even in a book full of it, that book is mad as shit. – Marlon James – A Brief History of Seven Killings: A Novel

Its body was covered with rough hair … and its skin was hardened with the scales of a remora fish, but … its human parts were more like those of an angel than of a man – Gabriel Garcia Marquez – One Hundred Years of Solitude

What is the magic secret, my darling of your being everything to all of us, as if there were only one of us, yet never seeming to be hurried or having too much to do? – Charles Dickens – A Tale of Two Cities

… you know how it is with writing, one word often brings along another in its train simply because they sound good together, even if this means sacrificing respect for levity and ethics for aesthetics… It is in this and other ways … that we make so many enemies in life – Jose Saramago – The Elephant’s Journey

A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it, never in the tongue of him that makes it. William Shakespeare – Love’s Labor’s Lost