"Greg Adkins"

“The jazz band stopped dead. The clock’s chimes launched into the lament of the Westminster bells. A terrible silence hovered. “Ha!” said Hildesheim. “Ha!” said Bobby Moos. Right then the band sensed death.”
― Jean Ray, Whiskey Tales

“Oh, ‘philosophy.’ You know. When you try to imagine a mirok [small pink potato] without the least reference to any you have eaten or will eat.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Bend Sinister

“Exterminators refer to old rats as Moby Dicks. “Rats that survive to the age of four are the wisest and the most cynical beasts on earth,” one exterminator says. “A trap means nothing to them, no matter how skillfully set. They just kick it around until it snaps; then they eat the bait. And they can detect poisoned bait a yard off. I believe some of them can read. If you get a few Moby Dicks in your house, there are just two things you can do: you can wait for them to die, or you can burn your house down and start all over again.”
― David Brendel, An Editor’s Burial: Journals and Journalism from the New Yorker and Other Magazines

“They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it? By forgetting. We cannot keep in mind too many things. There is only the present and nothing to remember”
― Jeanette Winterson, The Passion