
Nicholas Sparks, Epilogue, p. 355
2000s, Three Weeks with My Brother (2004)
Life Without Principle (1863)
Context: Politics is, as it were, the gizzard of society, full of grit and gravel, and the two political parties are its two opposite halves, — sometimes split into quarters, it may be, which grind on each other. Not only individuals, but States, have thus a confirmed dyspepsia, which expresses itself, you can imagine by what sort of eloquence. Thus our life is not altogether a forgetting, but also, alas! to a great extent, a remembering of that which we should never have been conscious of, certainly not in our waking hours. Why should we not meet, not always as dyspeptics, to tell our bad dreams, but sometimes as eupeptics, to congratulate each other on the ever glorious morning? I do not make an exorbitant demand, surely.
Nicholas Sparks, Epilogue, p. 355
2000s, Three Weeks with My Brother (2004)
In Has Narayana Murthy's return at Infosys worked for the IT major?, 24 December 2013, 26 December 2013, Economic Times http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/articleshow/27845971.cms?utm_source=contentofinterest&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=cppst,
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (2005)
Context: I put my hand on him. Touching him has always been important to me, it was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches, my fingers against his shoulder, the outsides of our thighs touching as we squeeled together on the bus. I couldnt explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stiching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?
Source: " Ugandan film maker: I am living my dream http://www.newvision.co.ug/new_vision/news/1444750/ugandan-film-maker-living-dream#sthash.7Qz8HNn5.dpuf:" at New Vision. 24 January 2017 written by Glorias Musiime
“I confess I do not know why, but looking at the stars always makes me dream.”