TheTenthReader

“So, kind brother, you refuse me a sol parisis to go and buy a crust from the baker?

“Qui non laborat non manducet.” (He who does not work, let him not eat.)

At this reply from the immovable archdeacon, Jehan hid his face in hins hands, like a woman sobbing, and exclaimed with an expression of despair: Oτoτoτoτoτoτ!”

“What does that mean, monsieur?” asked Claude, surprised by this outburst.

“What? Well,” said the student, raising two insolent eyes to Claude into which he had just stuck his firsts so as to make them look red from weeping, “it’s Greek! It’s an anapaest from Aeschylus which perfectly expresses grief.”
― Victor Hugo

“I am the Reaper and death is my shadow.”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.”
― Charles Bukowski, Pulp: Charles Bukowski's Final Hardboiled Noir Comedy – Lady Death, Aliens, and the Absurd

“This is not a war, this is a test of how far man can be degraded”
― Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong