"Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations."
"I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there is not this pang, this pathos, this fatality which clings to love. Friendship never has that doomed look. Why, what is the matter? I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dim dear face, we must part, we must part."
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Source: Vladimir Nabokov (2012). “The Real Life of Sebastian Knight”, p.92, Penguin UK
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