Mark Cox

“She was tired of the boy’s smile; it had something of the formal beatitude of hippie greeting, mindless acceptance soul to soul. It annoyed her to see those things on a child’s face.”
― Robert Stone, Dog Soldiers

“Concluding Remarks on Fame and Death: They’re both so lonely and boring. Bisous, Elsie Jane McLoughlin Blitz”
― Tess Gunty, The Rabbit Hutch

“It was the judge and the imbecile. They were both of them naked and they neared through the desert dawn like beings of a mode little more than tangential to the world at large, their figures now quick with clarity and now fugitive in the strangeness of that same light. Like things whose very portent renders them ambiguous. Like things so charged with meaning that their forms are dimmed.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“But at the same time, Sandro understood that people only tended to allow their own contradictions, and not those of others. It was okay to be murky to yourself, to know you weren’t an angel, but other people had to be more cleanly divided into good and bad.”
― Rachel Kushner, The Flamethrowers