Frank

“He knew by the time he was twelve years old that he was going to be a preacher. Later he saw Jesus move from tree to tree in the back of his mind, a wild ragged figure motioning him to turn around and come off into the dark where he was not sure of his footing, where he might be walking on the water and not know it and then suddenly know it and drown.”
― Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood

“all of autumn was the sycamore leaf and its red the red of her hair and its stem the rusty color of her rough voice and its jagged shape the pattern”
― Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms

“Too much too soon disappears.”
― Ron Rash, Poems: New and Selected – Profound Verse Capturing the Resilience and Traditions of the Rural South

“And while the sewers of Prague provide the scene for a senseless war between two armies of rats, the cellars are headquarters for Prague’s fallen angels, university-educated men who have lost a battle they never fought, yet continue to work toward a clearer image of the world.”
― Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude