Georgia

“He started to talk about my writing and I stopped listening. I was embarrassed and it made me feel sick for people to talk about my writing to my face, and I looked at him and his marked-for-death look and I thought, you con man conning me with your con. I’ve seen a battalion in the dust on the road, a third of them for death or worse and no special marks on them, the dust was for all, and you and your marked for death look, you con man, making a living out of your death. Now you will con me. Con not, that thou be not conned. Death was not conning with him. It was coming all right.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

“Cubitum eamus?"
"What?"
"Nothing.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower?”
― Allen Ginsberg, Howl: And Other Poems

“Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History