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

“She was afraid he would turn into one of those men who make a saintliness of their resentment, shining through the years with a pure and tortured light.”
― Don DeLillo, Libra