Cary

“Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all.”
― William Faulkner, Absalom, Absalom!

“We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land. All the same, we are not often sad.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

“Lightning stood in ragged chains far to the south, silent, the staccato mountains
bespoken blue and barren out of the void.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“The love of literature, of language, of the mystery of the mind and heart showing themselves in the minute, strange, and unexpected combinations of letters and words, in the blackest and coldest print—the love which he had hidden as if it were illicit and dangerous, he began to display, tentatively at first, and then boldly, and then proudly.”
― John Williams, Stoner