Sublime

“I’ll tell you what the human soul is, Mary,” he whispered, his eyes closed. “Animals don’t have one. It’s the part of you that knows when your brain isn’t working right. I always knew, Mary. There wasn’t anything I could do about it, but I always knew.”

there is a gentleman who may fall in love with you, seeing you almost every day.’ A certain change in Mary’s face was chiefly determined by the resolve not to show any change. ‘Does that always make people fall in love?’ she answered, carelessly; ‘it seems to me quite as often a reason for detesting each other.’ ‘Not when they are interesting and a

Alas! it is the fate of Clara Wieland to fall into the hands of a precipitate and inexorable judge.

It was a tragic romance. Maxamillion was an old man who falls in love with a child and waits for her to grow up, only to die of old age on her eighteenth birthday.

Infinite Jest had been driven by his dysfunctional yearning for Mary Karr;

“I think that if the devil does not exist, and man has therefore created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.”

The frantic conception that my brother was within, that the resistance made to my design was exerted by him, had rooted itself in my mind.

"Wretch!" I cried when my suffocating emotions would permit me to speak, "the ghosts of my sister and her children, do they not rise to accuse thee? Who was it that blasted the intellects of Wieland? Who was it that urged him to fury, and guided him to murder? Who, but thou and the devil, with whom thou art confederated?"