Does somebody have an explanation why there’s human flesh on the hall window upstairs? — David Foster Wallace
I am reading Henry James…and feel myself as one entombed in a block of smooth amber. — Virginia Woolf
Only he, who penetrates into the depth of the game, can express his personality in it. — Vladimir Kramnik
A five-word sentence that could change the world tomorrow is What would love do now? — Neale Donald Walsch