Jared

“Quoth Mandarax:
Oaths are but words, and words are but wind.
—Samuel Butler (1612-1680)”
― Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Galápagos

“Ah Camilla, you lost girl! Open your long fingers and give me back my tired soul! Kiss me with your mouth because I hunger for the bread of a Mexican hill. Breathe the fragrance of lost cities into fevered nostrils, and let me die here, my hand upon the soft contour of your throat, so like the whiteness of some half-forgotten southern shore. Take the longing in these restless eyes and feed it to lonely swallows cruising an Autumn cornfield, because I love you Camilla, and your name is sacred like that of some brave princess who died with a smile for a love that was never returned.”
― John Fante, Ask the Dust

“I have paid in full my debt to society or whatever.”
― Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Galápagos

“I looked at the faces around me and I knew mine was like theirs. Faces with the blood drained away, tight faces, worried, lost. Faces like flowers torn from their roots and stuffed into a pretty vase, the colours draining fast. I had to get away from that town.”
― John Fante, Ask the Dust