Tyler Collison

“He'd long forsworn all weighing of consequence and allowing as he did that men's destinies are given yet he usurped to contain within him all that he would ever be in the world and all that the world would be to him and be his charter written in the urstone itself he claimed agency and said so and he'd drive the remorseless sun on to its final endarkenment as if he'd ordered it all ages since, before there were paths anywhere, before there were men or suns to go upon them.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“Her midriff bare, like the denizen...of some pampering seraglio.”
― Denis Johnson, Already Dead: A California Gothic

“When life attains a crisis, man’s focus narrows. […] The world becomes a stage of immediate concern, swept free of illusion.”
― Jim Thompson, The Killer Inside Me

“We were in a middle space then, in a cone of white, father and son moving forward at a certain speed. Side by side, not truly quiet but quiescent, two gnarls of human scribble, human cipher, human dream.”
― Jonathan Lethem, The Fortress of Solitude