Paul

“You had to hand it to the Patrician, he admitted grudgingly. If you didn’t, he sent men to come and take it away.”
― Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

“My own plain hand, crosshatched and whorled in a mesh of expressive lines, a life terrain, might itself be the object of a person’s study and wonder for years. A cosmology against the void.”
― Don DeLillo, White Noise

“Crime fiction for the gentleman who loves crime novels, but hates reading.”
― Johan Harstad, Red Handler

“As a matter of fact he had not. And, thinking it now, he felt the chill of the ocean ease back into its grip around him; the enervating cold plundered his loins, his heart—he felt himself freeze, within, into frightened immobility, like a defenseless minor creature; his fear deprived him of his sense of being human, and of being a man. It was not a man’s fear; it was the fear of a small animal. It shrank him, as if devolving him into ages past; it eradicated the contemporary aspects of his self, his being. God, he thought. I am feeling a fear that is millions of years old.”
― Philip K. Dick, Galactic Pot-Healer: Philip K. Dick's Wildly Funny Science Fiction Adventure of Alien Gods and Cosmic Quests