“ Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now? Tomorrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“He'd turned to go, then stopped, facing his brother. He’d said in a low voice, “I’m glad we’re friends again.” “Friends?” Vladimir’s… — Jennie Lucas Copy Share Image
“A warm flow of pain was gradually replacing the ice and wood of the anaesthetic in his thawing, still half-dead, abominably martyred… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
