Sol Kassel

“What's the point of being alive," she said, "if you're not going to communicate?”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard

“Each person is only given so many evenings and each wasted evening is a gross violation against the natural course of your only life.”
― Charles Bukowski

“I hazarded to your mother that tragedy seems to bring out all varieties of unexpected qualities in people. I said it was as if some folks (I was thinking of Mary) got dunked in plastic, vacuum-sealed like backpacking dinners, and could do nothing but sweat in their private hell. And others seemed to have just the opposite problem, as if disaster had dipped them in acid instead, stripping off the outside layer of skin that once protected them from the slings and arrows of other people's outrageous fortunes. For these sorts, just walking down the street in the wake of every stranger's ill wind became an agony, an aching slog through the man's fresh divorce and that woman's terminal throat cancer. They were in hell, too, but it was everybody's hell, this big, shoreless, sloshing sea of toxic waste.”
― Lionel Shriver, We Need to Talk About Kevin

“She's lovely and she's with Skinner, and they're probably in love and there's no justice in this world”
― Irvine Welsh, The Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs