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He will hardly be caught a second time.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: Part 1
Hold me close with blood on your hands.
I want to see your naked bones.
I want your twisted, ugly truth.
"“I’m just about worn out with you crazy sons of bitches”
The Silence of the Lambs, chapter 1:
“Will’s face looks like damn Picasso drew him.”

Hamlet
Act IV, Ophelia’s death“(…)There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.”