Stefan Koepeknie

“What is life, after all if not dancing on graves?”
― Olga Tokarczuk, The Books of Jacob

“She was a voice that god seeks. She was the reed of demonic ecstasy. She was possessed. She knew not how but she knew the moment of her possession. The singing tongues of all the world were wakened into life again under the incantation of her voice. She was inhabited. She was spent.”
― Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward Angel

“No, my friend. We are lunatics from the hospital up the highway, psycho-ceramics, the cracked pots of mankind. Would you like me to decipher a Rorschach for you?”
― Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

“That period had been the peak of his life, though he had not realized it then. It had gone by without time for reflection, ending while he was still thinking things were going to get better.”
― Leonard Gardner, Fat City