Sylvester Pridemore

“Around the outside of the room other beautiful women wearing little or nothing at all flitted between the infatuated, intoxicated men, sometimes luring them away for a private dance. The men would follow obediently, weighed down by lust and credit cards.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“Look lak we done run our conversation from grass roots tuh pine trees.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God

“Or else the cloud hovered, having barely left the lips, dense and slow, and suggested another vision: the exhalations that hang over the roofs of the metropolises, the opaque smoke that is not scattered, the hood of miasmata that weighs over the bituminous streets. Not the labile mists of memory nor the dry transparence, but the charring of burned lives that forms a scab on the city, the sponge swollen with vital matter that no longer flows, the jam of past, present, future that blocks existences calcified in the illusion of movement: this is what you would find at the end of your journey.”
― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

“And how can there be a final revolution? There is no final one. The number of revolutions is infinite.”
― Yevgeny Zamyatin