Peter Giner

“They had no hope of anything more, no comprehension that there might be anything more. In a sense they were an autonomous body, functioning within a society which was organized to grind them down. The law did not protect them; for them it was merely an instrument of harassment, a means of moving them on when it was against their interest to move, or detaining them where it was to their disadvantage to stay.”
― Jim Thompson, The Getaway

“Just a glance at the ragged mess around her fingernails communicated more than the lenghiest essays on the nature of distress.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, One Rainy Day in May

“I brought my face up and put my head back, baring my neck to the wind like a lover, to the rain like an offering.”
― Iain Banks, The Wasp Factory

“I thought maybe you'd wish for friends because you don't have any. We'll all be glad to see you die. No one's going to miss you, Gary. Maybe I'll walk behind you and spit on your brains after they blow them all over the road. Maybe I'll do that. Maybe we all will." - Garraty (to Barkovitch), The Long Walk”
― Richard Bachman