Frank

“A graveyard of gods spreads out before us as we sit on our high seats and look out over the sands of time, littered with the half-sunk and crumbling visages of every Odin and Ozymandias.”
― Jack Donovan, Fire in the Dark: Men and Gods

“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

“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

“Nietzsche’s diagnosis of deicide mutated into a malignant iconoclasm, not in the name of strength and life-affirming values as he had hoped, but in a “Harrison Bergeron”-style handicapping of all aspirational ideals.”
― Jack Donovan, Fire in the Dark: Men and Gods