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“How, in fact, could a nose, which only yesterday was in the middle of his face, and which could not possibly walk around or drive in a carriage, suddenly turn up in a uniform!”
― Nikolai Gogol, The Nose

“Emongst the Roses grow some wicked weeds;
For this was not to love, but lust inclind;
For love does alwayes bring forth bounteous deeds,
And in each gentle hart desire of honour breeds.”
― Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene, Book Three

“Cavett: What makes you stuck?
Simon: Well, everywhere I went led me to where I didn't want to be, so I was stuck.”
― Paul Simon

“He was the archivist, and all the archives of the town were in his office. That has nothing to do with the story. Anyway”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises