Richard Gerlach

“She was sitting on the floor, naked, in a skitter of green bills. Beyond her was the custodian, still simpering in death. She was scooping up handfuls of the green money and dropping it on top of her head so that it came sliding down along the cream-colored hair, slipping down along her shoulders and body. She was making a noise I never heard come out of a human being. It was a scream that was a whisper and a laugh that was a cry. Over and over. The noise and the scooping. The slippery, sliding bills against the rigid body.   She”
― Elliott Chaze, Black Wings Has My Angel

“He who grows smaller and smaller in God’s grand scheme of things, until he is invisible to all but himself.”
― Bruce Boston, Sacrificial Nights

“That’s the problem with history, we like to think it’s a book—that we can turn the page and move the fuck on. But history isn’t the paper it’s printed on. It’s memory, and memory is time, emotions, and song. History is the things that stay with you.”
― Paul Beatty, The Sellout

“We survive. But when survival is the only goal, what do the survivors become? This”
― Tad Williams, The Heart of What Was Lost