4:51 AM

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10:57 PM"Unfortunately one can never quite forget about them, especially during the night."

— Franz Kafka

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11:24 AM"He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of living each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs."

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude.

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3:33 AM"It is only a novel… or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language."

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Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey.

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3:10 AM

3:10 AM"Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic."

— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.

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