Sean

“If she could only give up, relax, and live in the perfect knowledge that there was no hope.”
― Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky

“Death is a debt to nature due, Which I have paid, and so must you.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

“Here’s what you do,” suggested Tansy Wagwheel, whom this job in just a few short weeks would drive screaming down Fifteenth Street and on into the embrace of the Denver County public-school system, “It’s in this wonderful book I keep close to me all the time, A Modern Christian’s Guide to Moral Perplexities. Right here, on page eighty-six, is your answer. Do you have your pencil? Good, write this down—‘Dynamite Them All, and Let Jesus Sort Them Out.’” “Uh . . .” “Yes, I know. . . .” The dreamy look on her face could not possibly be for Lew. “Does it do horse races?” Lew asked after a while. “Mr. Basnight, you card.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Against the Day

“Sugar is not a vegetable.”
― Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons