Alan

“He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. About the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.”
― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

“Branch is stuck all right. He has abandoned his life to understanding that moment in Dallas, the seven seconds that broke the back of the American century. [...] There is also the Warren Report, of course, with its twenty-six accompanying volumes of testimony and exhibits, its millions of words. Branch thinks this is the megaton novel James Joyce would have written if he'd moved to Iowa City and lived to be a hundred.”
― Don DeLillo, Libra

“He who is subjected to a field of visibility, and who knows it, assumes responsibility for the constraints of power; he makes them play spontaneously upon himself; he inscribes in himself the power relation in which he simultaneously plays both roles; he becomes the principle of his own subjection.”
― Michel Foucault, Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison

“Ich komme gerade von einem ungleichen Zweikampf auf Messer und Knochensäge, – große Sache, wissen Sie, Rippenresektion. Früher blieben fünfzig Prozent dabei auf dem Tisch des Hauses. Jetzt haben wir's besser 'raus, aber öfters muß man doch mortis causa vorzeitig einpacken. Na, der von heute konnte ja Spaß verstehen, blieb für den Augenblick ganz stramm bei der Stange... Doll, so ein Menschenthorax, der keiner mehr ist. Weichteil, wissen Sie, unkleidsam, leichte Trübung der Idee, sozusagen. Na, und Sie? Was macht die werte Befindität? Ist wohl ein fidelerer Lebenswandel zu zweien, was, Ziemßen, alter Schlauberger? Warum weinen Sie denn, Sie Vergnügungsreisender?", wandte er sich auf einmal an Hans Castorp. "Öffentliches Weinen ist hier nicht erlaubt. Hausordnungsverbot. Da könnte jeder kommen.”
― Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain