Abhi Khosla

“The nightclerk got killed. About as bad a piece of luck you could have, I reckon. Caught a stray round.

Where'd he catch it?

Right between the eyes.”
― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

“Adam looked around at the flowered curtains washed so long that the blossoms were pale. He saw the worn rugs on the floor and the brown path in the linoleum in the hall. And it was all new to him.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“He sat stirring his coffee with his spoon although there was nothing to stir since he drank it black.”
― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

“There was warmth and ripeness in the air. Autumn was burning across the Vale, the beeches flaring like torches as the heat mist ebbed away from hedges and spinneys and from flocks grazing along the slopes of the faded fields. Yet, unwilling as I was to acknowledge it, I knew now that this landscape was fixed only momentarily.”
― J.L. Carr, A Month in the Country