Ian Hays

“In the literary machine that Proust’s “In Search of Lost Time” constitutes, we are struck by the fact that all the parts are produced as asymmetrical sections, paths that suddenly come to an end, hermetically sealed boxes, noncommunicating vessels, watertight compartments, in which there are gaps even between things that are contiguous, gaps that are affirmations, pieces of a puzzle belonging not to any one puzzle but to many, pieces assembled by forcing them into a certain place where they may or may not belong, their unmatched edges violently forced out of shape, forcibly made to fit together, to interlock, with a number of pieces always left over.”
― Gilles Deleuze, Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia

“million men had been called up for military service; there was rationing of butter, sugar and bacon, and wrought-iron railings everywhere were being cut down for scrap metal for the war effort, before Sergeant Pilot Thomas Roxham was allowed”
― David Wiltshire, Enduring Passions

“now? I know the anniversary recently passed.”
― A.J. Banner, In Another Light

“anything. ‘You need to delete it, Zoe. I’m now even more convinced that this is just some bastard trying to torment you, and you can’t let him. Ethan didn’t do anything wrong.’ Although I expected Jake to say something like this, it is still a blow to hear him so easily dismiss any other possibility. ‘So that’s it? We should just ignore it? Pretend”
― Kathryn Croft, The Warning