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1 " I knew I would stay in this town when I found the blue enamel pot floating in the lake. The pot led me to the house, the house led me to the book, the book to the lawyer, the lawyer to the whorehouse, the whorehouse to science, and from science I joined the world. "
― , Cleaning Nabokov's House
2 " Lust is like a robin attacking his reflection in a pane of glass again and again. "
3 " The middle of life has these cul-de-sac days. In your twenties you think, Surely I am going somewhere, and later--as in now--you think, Nope. "