Greg

“What joins men together is not the sharing of bread but sharing of enemies.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“Reason is the slave of passion.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

“The stars burned with a lidless fixity and they drew nearer in the night until toward dawn he was stumbling among the whinstones of the uttermost ridge to heaven, a barren range of rock so enfolded in that gaudy house that stars lay awash at his feet and migratory spalls of burning matter crossed constantly about him on their chartless reckonings.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian: Or the Evening Redness in the West

“End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it. White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.”
― Unattributed