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

“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

“The tremendous bruising force of history, sometimes random, often without logic or resolution, may produce a work of fiction that leans for its effectiveness on structure and pattern, on a detailed unraveling of some old perplexity or anxiety, some lingering confusion out there, in three dimensions, where the blood is thick and real but the gunshots can go uncounted.”
― Don DeLillo, Libra