Ethan

“They trekked out along the crescent sweep of beach, keeping to the firmer sand below the tidewrack. They stood, their clothes flapping softly. Glass floats covered with a gray crust. The bones of seabirds. At the tideline a woven mat of weeds and the ribs of fishes in their millions stretching along the shore as far as the eye could see like an isocline of death. One vast salt sepulchre. Senseless. Senseless.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“It is impossible to say just what I mean!”
― T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems

“I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

“In the manner of one recognizing a line from a familiar poem in a strange book.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds' End