Mark

“They stood in no proprietary relationship to anything, scarcely even to the space they occupied. Out of their anterior lives they had arrived at the same understanding as their fathers before them. That movement is itself a form of property... A false authority clung to what persisted, as if those artifacts of the past which had endured had done so by some act of their own will.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing

“Not even a person just a deeply flawed line of reasoning.”
― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

“The trees were shadows of themselves...”
― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

“Who would be a turtle who could help it?
A barely mobile hard roll, a four-oared helmet,
she can ill afford the chances she must take
in rowing toward the grasses that she eats.
Her track is graceless, like dragging
a packing-case places, and almost any slope
defeats her modest hopes. Even being practical,
she's often stuck up to the axle on her way
to something edible. With everything optimal,
she skirts the ditch which would convert
her shell into a serving dish. She lives
below luck-level, never imagining some lottery
will change her load of pottery to wings.
Her only levity is patience,
the sport of truly chastened things.”
― Kay Ryan, Flamingo Watching