David Rollins

“It's not really necessary: a ten-year-old son in St. Mark's and a seven-year-old daughter in Lamplighter, three bedrooms and three baths at one end of Beverly Drive, her station wagon, his Toronado.”
― A.C. Greene, The Highland Park Woman: A Collection of Short Stories

“...having only learned to recognize merde when I see it, having inherited no more from my father than a good nose for merde, for every species of shit that flies--my only talent--smelling merde from every quarter, living in fact in the very century of merde, the great shithouse of scientific humanism where needs are satisfied, everyone becomes an anyone, a warm and creative person, and prospers like a dung beetle...”
― Walker Percy, The Moviegoer

“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

“It’s almost impossible to save, really save, anything. If she didn’t have her trust fund, small though it is, well, they might be peering over the edge the way some couples their age were. Thank God for that quarterly check. And thank God for Daddy, even if he was a lush and spent more nights in bed with prostitutes than with mother. According to mother.”
― A.C. Greene , The Highland Park Woman: A Collection of Short Stories