I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery — air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

How puzzling all these changes are! I’m never sure what I’m going to be, from one minute to another.

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

But stoops to conquer, and but kneels to rise.

Letters to His Son by Lord Chesterfield, misquoting Amphitryon by John Dryden

The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it.

— “The Whisperer in Darkness” by H. P. Lovecraft

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary…

— “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe

Since I’ve already cast my vote I don’t feel the need to watch or even pay attention to the debate/debacle which is taking place this evening.