Joe Poe

“I was thinking, as I watched her, how little it mattered-- about her teeth, for instance. I know so many women who have kept all the things that she had lost, but whose inner glow has faded. Whatever else was gone, Antonia had not lost the fire of life.”
― Willa Cather, My Ántonia

“The old men from the charity hospital next door would come jerking past our rooms, making useless, disjointed leaps. They'd go from room to room, spitting out gossip between their decayed teeth, purveying scraps of malignant worn-out slander. Cloistered in their official misery as in an oozing dungeon, those aged workers ruminated the layer of shit that long years of servitude deposit on men's souls. Impotent hatreds grown rancid in the pissy idleness of dormitories. They employed their last quavering energies in hurting each other a little more. In destroying what little pleasure they had left.
Their last remaining pleasure! Their shriveled carcasses contained not one solitary atom that was not absolutely vicious!”
― Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night

“Where did I get the nerve to think I could handle American teenagers? Ignorance. That's where I got the nerve.”
― Frank McCourt

“and a Finnish woman, who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby