- "It was spring, and there was meaning all around me, if only I were free--free of school, free of my mother, free of duties and inhibitions--if only I were mounted on a horse... Where was the world? Not here, not near me, not under the dining-room table..." (Harold Brodkey)
- "Such savage manners, such faces! These senseless nights, and such uninteresting, unremarkable days! Frenzies card-playing, gluttony, drunkenness, constant talk about the same thing. Useless matters and conversations about the same thing took for their share to the best part of one's time the best of one's powers, and what was left in the end was some sort of curtailed, wingless life, some sort of nonsense, and it was impossible to get away or flee, as if you were sitting in a madhouse or a prison camp!" (Anton Chekhov)
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