Owen

“We are, each of us, a multitude. I am not the man I was this morning, nor the man of yesterday. I am a throng of myself queued through time. We are, gentle reader, each a crowd within a crowd.”
― Josiah Bancroft, Arm of the Sphinx

“Time passed again. I don't know how long. I had no watch. They don't make that kind of time in watches anyway.”
― Raymond Chandler, Farewell, My Lovely

“Fuck me,' I said to Toby. 'We're living in Isengard.”
― Ben Aaronovitch, Broken Homes

“Granny Weatherwax had a primal snore. It had never been tamed. No one had ever had to sleep next to it, to curb its wilder excesses by means of a kick, a prod in the small of the back, or a pillow used as a bludgeon. It had had years in a lonely bedroom to perfect the knark, the graaah, and the gnoc, gnoc, gnoc unimpeded by the nudges, jabs, and occasional attempts at murder that usually moderate the snore impulse over time”
― Terry Practhett