Dot Dunn

“It was agreeable to her, the smell of tobacco. It was part of her knowledge of his body. It was the aura of the man, a residue of smoke and unbroken habit, a dimension in the night, and she lapped it off the curled gray hairs on his chest and tasted it in his mouth. It was who he was in the dark, cigarettes and mumbled sleep and a hundred other things nameable and not.”
― Don DeLillo, The Body Artist

“I smiled at him. America, I said quietly, just like that. What is it? The sweepings of every country including our own. Isn't that true? That's a fact.”
― James Joyce

“It's all a sea, I swim out of its in the afternoons.”
― Jack Kerouac

“He laughed to free his mind from his minds bondage.”
― James Joyce, Ulysses