Martin Stray

“Then the dark began to go in smooth, bright shapes, like it always does, even when Caddy says that I have been asleep.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

“55 But I was born for peaceful roaming, For country calm and lack of strife; My lyre sings! And in the gloaming My fertile fancies spring to life. I give myself to harmless pleasures And far niente rules my leisures: Each morning early I’m awake To wander by the lonely lake Or seek some other sweet employment: I read a little, often sleep, For fleeting fame I do not weep. And was it not in past enjoyment Of shaded, idle times like this, I spent my days of deepest bliss?”
― Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin

“Shit, money, and the Word, the three American truths, powering the American mobility, claimed the Slothrops, clasped them for good to the country’s fate.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

“At a certain degree of lucid intoxication, lying late at night between two prostitutes and drained of all desire, hope ceases to be a torture, you see; the mind dominates the whole past, and the pain of living is over forever.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall