"The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea."
Vladimir Nabokov -
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"She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself against him, ear to his chest. She likes to hear his voice this way, as if it begins not in his throat, but in his body, like a hum or a growl, or like a voice speaking from deep underground. Like the blood moving through her own heart: a word, a word, a word."
The Blind Assassin