"They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, then when she brushed silent lips against his coat's shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep." - F. Scott Fitzgerald
"It's everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so - I don't know - not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid, necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless - and sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as much as everybody else, only in a different way." - J.D. Salinger
"His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink." - William Golding
"She had a sadness that was so deep, but it still could turn to light in a second, and when I saw her smile I wondered what it would be like to make her smile. I thought ... I thought it would be like the discovery of smiling." - Laini Taylor
