Niall Griffiths

“Pyotr Petrovitch stole a glance at Raskolnikov. Their eyes met, and the fire in Raskolnikov's seemed ready to reduce him to ashes”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“The clown may be the source of mirth, but - who shall make the clown laugh?”
― Angela Carter , Nights at the Circus

“It was natural enough that a warm, open, simple-hearted, honest giant like Razumihin, who had never seen any one like her and was not quite sober at the time, should lose his head immediately”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“They set forth in a crimson dawn where sky and earth closed in a razorous plane. Out there dark little archipelagos of cloud and the vast world of sand and scrub shearing upward into the shoreless void where those blue islands trembled and the earth grew uncertain, gravely canted and veering out through tinctures of rose and the dark beyond the dawn to the uttermost rebate of space.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West