Frank

“I am a jug filled with water both magic and plain; I have only to lean over and a stream of beautiful thoughts flows out of me.”
― Bohumil Hrabal, Too Loud a Solitude

“Writing was bad for the soul when you got right down to it. It protected your worst tendencies. Narrowed everything to failure and its devastations. Gave your cunning an edge of treachery and your jellyfish heart a reason to fall deeper into silence.”
― Don DeLillo, Mao II

“There is much here that is holy, an aberration in the heartland of the real.”
― Don DeLillo, Libra

“His black hat sat on his head with a careful, placed expression and his face had a fragile look as if it might have been broken and stuck together again, or like a gun no one knows is loaded.”
― Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood