“He felt there were no limits to his capacity for fasting.” A Hunger Artist
Understand however that every man is worth just so much as the things are worth about which he busies himself. Book VII
Why are you being so stingy?", Sobakevich demanded. "It's cheap at the price. A rogue would cheat you, sell you some worthless rubbish instead of souls, but mine are as juicy as ripe nuts, all picked—they are all either craftsmen or sturdy peasants. Dead Souls
Theirs, too, is the word-coining genius, as if thought plunged into a sea of words and came up dripping. The Common Reader
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