Dennis

“It was an event of too massive arbitrariness for me to comprehend but, as the rain-washed light fell more and more wistfully on the gigantic tip of sandstone that killed my bearded lady, my reptilian friend, my shooting star and my blind philosopher, I became most deeply aware of mortality.”
― Angela Carter, The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffman

“the fact that now it’s Philip Glass on the radio, the fact that I wonder how many people in Ohio care about Philip Glass,”
― Lucy Ellmann, Ducks, Newburyport

“I’ll say goodbye with something that another of my favorite writers, John Cheever, said in his journal at the end of his life: ‘I will say that literature is the only consciousness we possess, and that its role as a consciousness must inform us of our inability to comprehend the hideous danger of nuclear power.”
― Rodrigo Fresán, The Invented Part

“You think he’s a real writer, Park?” “Sure he is. He’s got three books right in this library.” “True or made up?” “Made up.” Parkins put his knife away and sighed.”
― Stephen King, 'Salem's Lot