Benedict Sevin

“The words were gone, and the last of his life faded away. Ruxandra dropped him, then scanned the room. There was nothing else to eat but she didn’t mind. She was exhausted, like a man pushing himself away from the feast table, too full of food and drink to make sense. She stumbled back into the pentacle. The ground there was smoother than any other part of the room. Her eyes grew heavier. She lay down and closed her eyes, content in the smell of blood and death, warm and satiated from what she had drank. As she tipped over the edge of consciousness, a single, coherent thought—her first since drinking the fallen angel’s blood—slipped through her mind. What have I done?”
― John Patrick Kennedy, Princess Dracula

“Did you, Vance?”
“Did I what?”
“Did you have Hines killed?”
“Now what kind of a question is that?”
― Behcet Kaya, Body In The Woods

“Life goes on, unmindful of beginning, end…crisis or catharsis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis (nomads).”
― Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

“The fact that labour is external to the worker, i.e., it does not belong to his intrinsic nature; that in his work, therefore he does not affirm himself but denies himself, does not feel content but unhappy, does not develop freely his physical and mental energy but mortifies his body and his mind. The worker therefore only feels himself outside his work, and in his work feels outside himself.”
― Karl Marx, Essential Writings of Karl Marx: Economic and Philosophic Manuscripts, Communist Manifesto, Wage Labor and Capital, Critique of the Gotha Program