Will Brenner

“As the explanation wound on, Eck began to get a whiff of the unmistakable scent of bullshit.”
― Mark Zwonitzer, Will You Miss Me When I'm Gone? The Carter Family and Their Legacy in American Music

“In the sunlight, snow melts, crystals evaporate into a steam, into nothing. In the firelight, vapors dance and vanish. In the core of a volcano, fragile things burst and disappear. The girl, in the gunfire, in the heat, in the concussion, folded like a soft scarf, melted like a crystal figurine. What was left of her, ice, snowflake, smoke, blew away in the wind. The tiller seat was empty.”
― Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles

“...[A]nything worth dying for ... is certainly worth living for.”
― Joseph Heller, Catch-22

“I was eighteen now, just gone. Eighteen was not a young age. At eighteen old Wolfgang Amadeus had written concertos and symphonies and operas and oratorios and all that cal, no, not cal, heavenly music. And then there was old Felix M. with his "Midsummer Night's Dream" Overture. And there were others. And there was this like French poet set by old Benjy Britt, who had done all his best poetry by the age of fifteen, O my brothers. Arthur, his first name. Eighteen was not all that young an age then. But what was I going to do?”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange