the booklovers
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"this book deals with epiphenomenalism, which has to do with consciousness as a mere accessory of
physiological processes whose presence or absence... makes no difference... whatever are you
doing?"
aphra benn: hello
cervantes: donkey
daniel defoe: to christen the day!
samuel richardson: hello
henry fielding: tittle-tattle tittle-tattle...
lawrence sterne: hello
mary wolstencraft: vindicated!
jane austen: here i am!
sir walter scott: we're all doomed!
leo tolstoy: yes!
honore de balzac: oui...
edgar allen poe: aaaarrrggghhhh!
charlotte bronte: hello...
emily bronte: hello...
anne bronte: hellooo..?
nikolai gogol: vas chi
gustav flaubert: oui
william makepeace thackeray: call me "william makepeace thackeray"
nathaniel hawthorne: the letter "a"
herman melville: ahoy there!
charles dickens: london is so beautiful this time of year...
anthony trollope: good-good-good-good evening!
fyodor dostoevsky: here come the sleepers...
mark twain: i can't even spell "mississippi"!
george eliot: george reads german
emile zola: j'accuse
henry james: howdy miss wharton!
thomas hardy: ooo-arrr!
joseph conrad: i'm a bloody boring writer...
katherine mansfield: [cough cough]
edith wharton: well hello, mr james!
dh lawrence: never heard of it
em forster: never heard of it!
happy the man, and happy he alone
who in all honesty can call today his own; he who has life and strength enough to say
"yesterday's dead and gone - i want to live today"
james joyce: hello there!
virginia woolf: i'm losing my mind!
marcel proust: je me'en souviens plus
f scott fitzgerald: baa bababa baa
ernest hemingway: i forgot the....
hermann hesse: oh es ist alle so häßlich
evelyn waugh: whoooaarr!
william faulkner: tu connait william faulkner?
anais nin: the strand of pearls
ford maddox ford: any colour, as long as it's black!
jean paul sartre: let's go to the dome, simone!
simone de beauvoir: c'est exact present
albert camus: the beach... the beach
franz kafka: what do you want from me?!
thomas mann: mam
graham greene: call me "pinky", lovely
jack kerouac: me car's broken down...
william s burroughs: wowwww!
happy the man, and happy he alone
who in all honesty can call today his own; he who has life and strength enough to say
"yesterday's dead and gone - i want to live today"
kingsley amis: [cough]
doris lessing: i hate men!
vladimir nabokov: hello, little girl...
william golding: achtung busby!
jg ballard: instrument binnacle
richard brautigan: how are you doing?
milan kundera: i don't do interviews
ivy compton burnett: hello...
paul theroux: have a nice day!
günter grass: i've found snails!
gore vidal: oh, it makes me mad!
john updike: run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run...
kazuro ishiguro: ah so, old chap!
malcolm bradbury: stroke john steinbeck, stroke jd salinger
iain banks: too orangey for crows!
as byatt: nine tenths of the law, you know...
martin amis: [burp]
brett easton ellis: aaaaarrrggghhh!
umberto eco: i don't understand this either...
gabriel garcia marquez: mi casa es su casa
roddy doyle: ha ha ha!
salman rushdie: names will live forever...
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