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“He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs clambered back. Passing through the salt grass he looked back. The horse had not moved. A ship's light winked in the swells. The colt stood against the horse with its head down and the horse was watching, out there past men's knowing, where the stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“That's kind of what trust is, isn't it? A willful self-delusion.”
― Brandon Sanderson, Mistborn: The Final Empire

“I do not wish to seem inelegant, but this unsightly whale looks much like an amputated sow; and, as for the narwhale, one glimpse at it is enough to amaze one, that in this nineteenth
century such a hippogriff could be palmed for genuine upon any intelligent public of schoolboys.”
― Herman Melville

“Wonderfullest things are ever the unmentionable; deep memories yield no epitaphs”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick