John Pappano

“When a picture is removed from the wall where it has long hung, it leaves a fresh whiteness the exact size and shape of the frame.”
― Yukio Mishima, The Temple of Dawn: The Sea of Fertility, 3

“Honda knew nothing of her past, but she seemed like a sad bit of fruit pickled in the vinegar of grief.”
― Yukio Mishima, The Temple of Dawn: The Sea of Fertility, 3

“He lay on his back in his blankets and looked out where the quartermoon lay cocked over the heel of the mountains. In that false blue dawn the Pleiades seemed to be rising up into the darkness above the world and dragging all the stars away, the great diamond of Orion and Cepella and the signature of Cassiopeia all rising up through the phosphorous dark like a sea-net. He lay a long time listening to the others breathing in their sleep while he contemplated the wildness about him, the wildness within.”
― Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses

“Dallas appealed to Wren for the reasons some people disliked it. At first glance unspecialized, covered with characterless concrete, flat, and landlocked, the city felt big enough to disappear in but not big enough to get lost in. It mirrored a quality of emotionlessness Wren tried to embody herself.”
― Emily Habeck, Shark Heart