Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me!
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
There was a bright moon in the sky. A nightmare of ideas and sensations filled his soul.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
In life, a man commits himself, draws his own portrait and there is nothing but that portrait.
I'm starting to like the cut of this man's gibberish.