Deedles

“My life is nothing but room for you,’ I said. ‘It could never be filled by anyone but you.”
― Kurt Vonnegut

“Midland City had a goddess of discord all its own. This was a goddess who could not dance, would not dance, and hated everybody at the high school. She would like to claw away her face, she told us, so that people would stop seeing things in it that had nothing to do with what she was like inside. She was ready to die at any time, she said, because what men and boys thought about her and tried to do to her made her so ashamed. One of the first things she was going to do when she got to heaven, she said, was to ask somebody what was written on her face and why had it been put there.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Deadeye Dick

“I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”
― David Foster Wallace, The Pale King