Marius

“One night, someone smeared the house of one of his neighbors with excrement—wrong address, apparently—a gesture whose combination of vindictiveness and clumsiness had all the hallmarks of the IRA.”
― Patrick Radden Keefe, Say Nothing: A True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland

“He'd carried his billfold about till it wore a cornershaped hole in his trousers. Then one day he sat by the roadside and took it out and went trough the contents. Some money, credit cards. His driver's licence. A picture of his wife. He spread everything out on the blacktop. Like gaming cards. He pitched the sweatblackened piece of leather into the woods and sat holding the photograph. Then he laid it down in the road also and then he stood and they went on.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“Red leaves then, mission failed and accomplished at once, and climbs downthread toward home, to the braided future her Agency shapes and guards. No trace of her remains save cinders, ruins, and millions dead.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“In der U-Bahn wusste ich sofort wieder, warum ich öffentliche Verkehrsmittel mied. Es waren nicht nur die seltsamsten Leute darin, sie schauten mich auch noch an, als hätten sie noch nie eine Person mit Gummihandschuhen gesehen.”
― Alina Bronsky, Pi mal Daumen