When you want to touch the reader's heart, try to be colder. It gives their grief as it were, a background, against which it stands out in greater re… - Anton Chekhov

I walked by an old white house of two storeys with a terrace, and there suddenly opened before me a view of a courtyard, a large pond with a bathing-house, a group of green willows, and a village on the further bank, with a high, narrow belfry on which there glittered a cross reflecting the setting sun. For a moment it breathed upon me the fascination of something near and very familiar, as though I had seen that landscape at some time in my childhood.

I must run away, I must escape this very day or I shall go out of my mind.

They say, tell me what you've read and I'll tell you who you are.