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Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversation? ↗

— Lewis Carroll

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Quite like old times,' the room says. ↗

— Jean Rhys

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Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

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Die meisten Lügen sind wahr und spinnen sich von ganz allein, kaum jemand kannte diese Wahrheit besser als Colin Darcy. Wenn man erst einmal der Melodie der Worte zu lauschen beginnt, dann pfeift man sie bald selbst. Und wenn Lügen wie kunstvolle Lieder sind, dann gehörte Helen Darcy, Colins Mutter, zu jenem seltenen Menschenschlag, der allzeit eine beschwingte Melodie auf den Lippen trägt. ↗

— Christoph Marzi

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There once was a woman named Story Easton who couldn't decide if she should kill herself, or eat a double cheeseburger. ↗

— Elizabeth Leiknes

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We slept in what had once been the gymnasium. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

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The first I heard of the beach was in Bangkok, on the Ko Sanh Road. ↗

— Alex Garland

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Nothing ever happens to me. ↗

— Mary Stewart

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Who was blowing on the nape of my neck. ↗

— David Mitchell

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In the time it takes for her to walk from the bathhouse at the seawall of Fortune's Rocks, where she has left her boots and has discreetly pulled off her stockings, to the waterline along which the sea continually licks the pink and silver sand, she learns about desire. ↗

— Anita Shreve

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