Niall

“I suddenly remember being very little and being embraced by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father's waist, hug him back. I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; he was that much larger than life. Then one day, I could do it. I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way.”
― Jodi Picoult, Vanishing Acts

“Your universe has no meaning to them. They will not try to understand. They will be tired, they will be cold, they will make a fire with your beautiful oak door...”
― Jean Raspail, The Camp of the Saints

“We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls.
Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas: A Savage Journey to the Heart of the American Dream

“When?' said the moon to the stars in the sky
Soon' said the wind that followed them all

Who?' said the cloud that started to cry
Me' said the rider as dry as a bone

How?' said the sun that melted the ground
and 'Why?' said the river that refused to run

and 'Where?' said the thunder without a sound
Here' said the rider and took up his gun

No' said the stars to the moon in the sky
No' said the trees that started to moan

No' said the dust that blunted its eyes
Yes' said the rider as white as a bone

No' said the moon that rose from his sleep
No' said the cry of the dying sun

No' said the planet as it started to weep
Yes' said the rider and laid down his gun”
― Nick Cave