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“At last both were out of the quivering apartment-the vibration of the door I had slammed after then still rang in every nerve, a poor substitute for the backhand slap with which I ought to have hit her across the cheekbone according to the rules of the movies.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“It wasn't a room that any moderately good hotel couldn't duplicate; but there wasn't one chip, one scratch, one speck of dust anywhere, and you had the feeling that the waiters would, without flicking an eyelash, bring you anything that you wanted the way you wanted it, even, if you really insisted, their own ears and eyes, braised in sherry.”
― John Braine, Room at the Top

“He hadn’t once ceased looking at Daisy and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“His life was a constant war with insensate objects that fell apart, or attacked him, or refused to function, or viciously got themselves lost as soon as they entered the sphere of his existence.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin