Simebone

“According to Scripture, earthly life was but a moment, but the moment seemed spacious when he was with her.”
― Jonathan Franzen, Crossroads

“Its suspension whirled them with oily ease across the pitted and weedy tarmac.”
― Bruce Sterling, Islands in the Net

“Hump my hump, My stumpy lumpy hump! Hump my dump, you lumpy slumpy dump! I’ll dump your hump, and then just hump your dump, You lumpy frumply clump.”
― George Saunders, The Braindead Megaphone

“He’d wondered about Kitty’s implication—whether she considered him uniquely good and trustworthy, or uniquely unsexed and unmanly and unthreatening. Either way, the effect had been to make his impending date with Frances feel more thrillingly illicit. In anticipation of it, he’d smuggled out of his house and into the church his final selection of blues records and a grimy old coat, a sheepskin thing from Arizona, that he hoped might lend him a bit of an edge. In Arizona, he’d had an edge, and, fairly or not, he believed that what had dulled it was his marriage.”
― Jonathan Franzen, Crossroads