Eric G.

“There is a moon shaped rictus in the streetlamp's globe where a stone has gone and from this aperture there drifts down through the constant helix of aspiring insects a faint and steady rain of the same forms burnt and lifeless.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

“No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison:
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage:
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too,
Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out;
And take upon's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out,
In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tragedy Of King Lear (Turtleback School & Library Binding Edition)

“What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream”
― Cormac McCarthy, Suttree

“Age is no better, hardly so well, qualified for an instructor as youth, for it has not profited so much as it has lost.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden & Civil Disobedience