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“Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“YOU EVER SEE A HOUSE BURNING UP IN THE NIGHT, WAY to hell and gone out there on the plains? Nothing but blackness and your headlights cutting a little wedge into it, could be the middle of the ocean for all you can see. And in that big dark a crown of flame the size of your thumbnail trembles. You’ll drive for an hour seeing it until it burns out or you do, until you pull off the road to close your eyes or look up at sky punched with bullet holes. And you might think about the people in the burning house, see them trying for the stairs, but mostly you don’t give a damn. They are too far away, like everything else.”
― Annie Proulx, Close Range

“He had escaped the abhorrent taint! He was truly completely alone! He was the only human being in the world!”
― Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer

“They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby