Fairuz
- To Beirut
To Beirut. From my heart salutations to Beirut. And kisses to the sea and the houses. To a rock that looks like an old sailor's face. She is a wine made of people's spirit. From people's sweat she's bread and Jasmine. So how did her taste turn into the taste of fire and smoke?
Frank Herbert
- Paradise - Dune
We came from Caladan - a paradise world for our form of life. There existed no need on Caladan to build a physical paradise or a paradise of the mind - we could see the actuality all around us. And the price we paid was the price men have always paid for achieving a paradise in this life - we went soft, we lost our edge.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
- Crime and Punishment
I looked and seen my Sonia get up. She put on her cape and handkerchief and she left the apartment. It was around nine when she returned. She returned, walked straight up to Kathrine Ivanovna, and quietly put thirty rubles on the table in front of her. She did not utter a word, she did not even have a look. She took out a large green, light wool shawl, and she hid her head and face in it and laid down on the bed with her face towards the wall.
