““One last word,” I said in my horrible careful English, “are you quite, quite sure that— well, not tomorrow, of course, and not after tomorrow, but— well— some day, any day, you will not come to live with me? I will create a brand new God and thank him with piercing cries, if you give me that microscopic hope” (to that effect).
“No,” she said smiling, “no.”
“It would have made all the difference,” said Humbert Humbert.
Then I pulled out my automatic— I mean, this is the kind of fool thing a reader might suppose I did. It never even occurred to me to do it.
“Good by-aye!” she chanted, my American sweet immortal dead love; for she is dead and immortal if you are reading this.
”
Once more, dear Humbert of Lolita fame, written expertly by Mr. Nabokov.
Every time I turn the page, I dog-ear it for later. Quotes galore.

Give me one more reason, moron. Just one more.
…and during the scene where Sirius and Molly are arguing (i love this scene) over whether Harry should be able to know more about what Voldemort’s been up to…
in the middle of page 88: “Lupin’s eyes were fixed on Sirius.”
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at the bottom of page 89: “‘Personally,’ said Lupin quietly,…
Yep.
“ But someday you will be old enough to start reading fairytales again. ”
C.S. Lewis, The World’s Last Night: And Other Essays (via minuteandfaraway)
Beautiful, wise.
Watching the episode “Sex and Violence.” Had to pause. So… many… thoughts… Just, the writers are TOYING WITH ME. Dean’s perfect penultimate love interest is a man/little brother, AKA Sam?! I mean, the entire set-up is that the siren transforms into the kind of person you will fall in love with. And it transforms into… Dean’s dream brother. So… we’re tight. I’m writhing with giddiness. I know I’m like three years late to this fandom and this episode probably has a whole following/essays dedicated to it already but whatever. These are my immediate late-night rambling thoughts and I take full responsibility for their existence.
Returning to the episode now. Bye, world.