What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist?

There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.

Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.

we must not blame our poor symbols if they take forms that seem trivial to us, or absurd, ... however paltry they may be; the nature of our life alone has determined their forms.

ordered me a sky from a florist

Drosselmeier had unwittingly exposed himself to an overdose of reality, and it had destroyed his reason.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.