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“Simon Sparks was an oozing slug of a man poured neatly into a three-piece suit.”
― C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows

“For some reason, we called it "umbrella sex"; if you fancied someone your own sex, you were "an umbrella.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

“Oh! but he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him; he iced his office in the dog-days and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas.”
― Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

“I do not write for a select minority, which means nothing to me, nor for that adulated platonic entity known as ‘The Masses’. Both abstractions, so dear to the demagogue, I disbelieve in. I write for myself and for my friends, and I write to ease the passing of time.”
― Jorge Luis Borges, The Book of Sand and Shakespeare's Memory