Matt G

“I hate sour cream and onion Pringles," I told the dashboard where I had my feet planted until Ruth pushed them down.
"But you love Pringles," Ruth actually rattled the canister.
"I hate sour cream and onion anything. All lesbians do." I blew heaps of bubbles into my milk with the tiny straw that came cellophaned to the carton.
"I want you to stop using that word," Ruth jammed the lid back onto the can.
"Which word? Sour or cream?" I plastic laughed with my reflection in the passenger-side window.”
― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post

“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco”
― Mark Twain

“it occurs to me that all scarecrows look as if they've been crucified.”
― Neal Shusterman, Challenger Deep

“In those days I learned the name Hesperides, and it was from these things that I unconsciously built up the vague fragments of a religion and of a philosophy, which remained hidden and implicit in my acts, and which, in due time, were to assert themselves in a deep and all-embracing attachment to my own judgment and my own will and a constant turning away from subjection, towards the freedom of my own ever-changing horizons.”
― Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain