David Rollins

“Bob sat there stoned, his mind alternating between fantasies of gnawing on Hank's little fingers and pushing away the growing anxiety of graduation, with its implicit promises of a nine-to-five job, IRS-whittled paychecks, screaming kids, car in the shop, Pop in Ma's doghouse again, and settling into an easy chair watching the Reds and drinking a Schlitz for season after season until none of the kids could be sure where the chair ended and Pop began. And so on until death.
Bob thought, If that guy can do it, I can. I'm going to learn to play the guitar.”
― Matthew Cutter, Closer You Are: The Story of Robert Pollard and Guided By Voices

“Three nights at the Hotel zum Storchen --- a decent hotel", Farrokh explained. "Your room overlooks the Limmat. You can walk in the old town, or to the lake. Have you ever been in Europe?”
― John Irving, A Son of the Circus

“Dallas is small enough: Highland Park is like living in a retirement home when it comes to knowing what everyone is doing.”
― A.C. Greene, The Highland Park Woman: A Collection of Short Stories

“Hell, you ought to go see a doctor, Dad," I told him. "You probably just need some kind of pep-up medicine. Why do you want to be so contrary?" "I ain't contrary," he said. "I just don't want to pay no doctor to tell me what I already know. There ain't no medicine for old age." "You're just tight," I said. "You ought not to let a few dollars stand between you and your health." "I am tight," he said. "I'm rich, too." "You don't live like it," I said. "No, because I want to stay rich. The best way in the world to get poor is to start living rich.”
― Larry McMurtry, Leaving Cheyenne