Douglas Genuske

“Together they stroke the silence.”
― John O'Brien, Leaving Las Vegas

“He told me that in the hallways at Versailles, there hung a faint, ever-so-faint smell of human excrement, “because as the chambermaids hurried along a tiny bit
would always splash from the pots.” Many years later I realized that he was half-remembering a detail from the court of Louis XV, namely that the latrines were so few and so poorly placed at the palace, the marquesses used to steal away and relieve themselves
on stairwells and behind the beautiful furniture...”
― John Jeremiah Sullivan, Mister Lytle

“Let go and fuck God.”
― John O'Brien, Leaving Las Vegas

“. . . in a strange land, on the borders of Chymerie . . . the god of sleep made his house . . . which of the sun may naught have, so no man may know aright the point between day and night. . . Round about there is growing on the ground, poppy which is the seed of sleep . . . a still water . . . runs upon the small stones . . . which gives great appetite for sleep. And thus full of delight the god of sleep has his house.”
― John Gower