“She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“I think sometimes things we don't like happen so we can appreciate the good. Like, can I really enjoy a sunrise if I didn't experience the darkness of night? Without her past, Echo would never have met Noah, and without… — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image
