Matthew Rich

“Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.”
― James Joyce, The Dead

“What passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human [...] is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naïve and goo-prone and generally pathetic.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

“It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, First Frost

“I do things like get in a taxi and say, "The library, and step on it.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest