Aletha Baumfalk

“As his rendition quietened, he recalled her words from a time in their earliest meetings. How music gave her life. Gave her reason. Gave her purpose. How in her solitary state, the sounds that she’d summoned, were a company of sanity. A body of a million notes, written and played by her and for her. It was her air. Just as she was his. Her presence, his music.”
― Rohith S. Katbamna, Gulab

“В женщинах я видел святилище, пусть и для индивидуального пользования, само существование которого позволяло вынести все что угодно. Как я или любой другой мужчина мог выдержать тяготы повседневной жизни без такого вот святилища? Я приходил домой, ненавидя день, который пришлось положить на безразличную мне работу, волнуясь из-за денег, потеряв последнюю надежду на то, что я стану знаменитым писателем. Но душевная боль исчезала, потому что я ужинал с семьей, рассказывал на ночь сказки детям, а потом занимался любовью с верящей в меня женой. Происходило чудо. Не только для меня и Валери, но и для бесчисленных миллионов мужчин и их жен и детей. На протяжении тысяч лет. Что еще могло удержать человечество от самоуничтожения? Только любовь и, возможно, чуть-чуть ненависти.”
― Mario Puzo, Fools Die

“Stand in the machine there, let’s see what state your internal organs are in. The images
will be projected on screen, and I can go through the diagnosis with you, step by step.”
Brown did as he was told and soon images of his vital organs appeared on the screen.
 As you can see, your heart is slightly enlarged and your lungs and kidneys are not in
good shape either. Have you been experiencing any pain lately?”
“Not that I can think of. What can you do to help?”
“Difficult to say, you see you are dying” said the Doctor. You can see the
discolouration in your kidneys.” Brown strained his eyes.”
― Max Nowaz, The Arbitrator

“she followed their expert lead and laughed along—they knew the secret of black, that it could not be made blacker, and if neither could it be made lighter, it could still be made funnier.”
― Ken Kesey, Sometimes a Great Notion