Walker White

“O Liberty! What crimes are committed in thy name!”
― Madame Roland

“He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
― James Joyce, The Dead (A Novella)

“Now I got these diaries that have the greatest hero a writer needs, this crazy fucking New York.”
― Jim Carroll, The Basketball Diaries

“We receive three educations, one from our parents, one from our school masters, and one from the world. The third contradicts all that the first two teach us.”
― Charles Louis de Secondat Baron de Montesquieu