Arthur

“O dia corria célere sobre suas cabeças, e as janelas esquálidas brilhavam e escurecia numa retrocessão espectral. Passou um carro, pela pista de areia lá fora, rosnando de esforço, e o som foi morrendo. Dilsey estava empertigada em seu banco, a mão pousada no joelho de Ben. Duas lágrimas desciam-lhe as faces murchas, entrando e saindo dasmil coruscações da imolação e da abnegação do tempo.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury

“A curse. Been in our family for generations. The Lees have always been perverts. I shall never forget the unspeakable horror that froze the lymph in my glands when the baneful word seared my reeling brain—I was a homosexual. I thought of the painted simpering female impersonators I'd seen in a Baltimore nightclub. Could it be possible I was one of those subhuman things? I walked the streets in a daze like a man with a light concussion. I would've destroyed myself. And a wise old queen—Bobo, we called her—taught me that I had a duty to live and bear my burden proudly for all to see. Poor Bobo came to a sticky end - he was riding in the Duke Devanche's Hispano Suissa when his falling hemorrhoids blew out of the car and wrapped around the rear wheel. He was completely gutted leaving an empty shell sitting there on the giraffe skin upholstry. Even the eyes and the brain went with a horrible "shlupping" sound. The Duke says he would carry that ghastly "shlup" with him to his mausoleum.”
― William S. Burroughs, Queer

“Aquela aterradora sessão fez com que perdesse a vontade de reencontrar os velhos amigos. Como fez bem, quinze anos antes, em deixar sua convivência! Como o detestam por tê-lo feito! Enquanto ele lutava pela sobrevivência no front ocidental, eles ficavam marinando em seu desconfortável conforto, protegidos pela placa de chumbo da amarga consciência de sua mediocridade.”
― Emmanuel Carrère, Limonov

“If it could just be a hell beyond that: the clean flame the two of us more than dead. Then you will have only me then only me then the two of us amid the pointing and the horror beyond the clean flame… Only you and me amid the pointing and the horror walled by the clean flame.”
― William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury