Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading
Jonathan Tropper, One Last Thing Before I Go
Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
Chuck Klosterman, Downtown Owl
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
Wendy Mass, “The Stars at the Finish Line”