Jorn Barger

“Then they swarmed over me, hung on my arms, kicked my legs from under me, kicked consciousness out of my head. It slid like a disappearing tail light down the dark mountainside of the world.”
― Ross Macdonald

“The smell of her hair was as clean and strange as the redheaded girl’s who sat ahead of me in senior year.”
― Ross Macdonald

“I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, 'The Beatles did'.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., Timequake

“The tea tasted like a clear dark dripping from the past. My grandmother came back with it, in crisp black funeral silks,”
― Ross Macdonald, The Way Some People Die