Cemil

“And so it goes...”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“God, what did any of it matter, in the end? You lived; you died. You were as indistinguishable from a distance as one of these blades of grass, and who was to say more important? Growing, surrounded by your kin, you out-living some, some out-living you. You didn't have to adjust the scale much, either, to reduce us to the sort of distant irrelevance of this bedraggled field. The grass was lucky if it grew, was shone upon and rained upon, and was not burned, and was not pulled up by the roots, or poisoned, or buried when the ground was turned over, and some bits just happened to be on a line that humans wanted to walk on, and so got trampled, broken, pressed flat, with no malice; just effect.”
― Iain M. Banks, The Crow Road

“We're not in prison, we're not junkies and we're not Young Tories...it's no small achievement.”
― Iain Banks, The Crow Road

“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”
― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft