Christopher

“Holy things and holy places, out of mind under the cauterizing brilliance of the summer son, reared up now as the winter sun struck from the south, casting shadows coldly upon the avenues where the people followed and went in, wearing winter hearts on their sleeves for the plucking.”
― William Gaddis, The Recognitions

“Go out among them and tell them that their nostalgia for places they have never been is sex,”
― William Gaddis, The Recognitions

“Death is a sophisticated afternoon in Santa Fe, with nobody saying what they are thinking.”
― Charles Bukowski, Screams From the Balcony: Selected Letters 1960-1970

“Of course, if Saint Peter could come out today upon these streets below he would find all he could wish, voices from nowhere, music from unpopulated boxes, men ascending divine distances in gas balloons, and traveling at the speed of sound, apparitions from nowhere appear on the screen; the sick are raised from the dead, life is prolonged so that every detail of pain may be relished, the blind are given eyes and the cripples forced to walk, and there is an item which can blow a city of the beloved enemy into a place where their sins will be brought home to them, with of course as much noise as the trumpets on the walls of Jericho”
― William Gaddis, The Recognitions