Jake

“Often in that flickering room the past had come to touch her with quiet persistence, tugging at her sleeve in the effort to capture her attention”
― M. John Harrison, Viriconium

“Go the window: the street is empty. You may hear running footsteps, or a sigh. In a minute or two the whistles have moved away in the direction of the Tinmarket or the Margarethestrasse. Next day some minor prince is discovered in the gutter with his throat cut, and all you are left with is the impression of secret wars, lethal patience, an intelligent manouevring in the dark.”
― M. John Harrison, Viriconium

“Now then. Now then now then. What's all this, then?”
― China Miéville, The Tain

“As far as expressing the creative turmoil within my head was concerned, I took to the English language as a duck takes to water. I was therefore a keen accomplice and student in my own mental colonisation . . . For a black writer the language is very racist; you have to have harrowing fights and hair-raising panga duels with the language before you can make it do all that you want it to do . . . This may mean discarding grammar, throwing syntax out, subverting images from within, beating the drum and cymbals of rhythm, developing torture chambers of irony and sarcasm, gas ovens of limitless black resonance.”
― Dambudzo Marechera, The House of Hunger