"And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have done nothing to deserve it."
— Paul Harding, Tinkers
"Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent."
— Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
"What deceived me was my own happiness; for peace is indivisible, and the surrounding world confusion found no reflection inside me. So I ceased to have any real sense of it."
— John Knowles, A Separate Peace
Hand, nobody told me about the weight. Why didn’t our parents tell us about the weight?
—The fucking weight, Hand. How does the woman Ingres live? The one from Marrakesh? If we’re vessels, and we are, then we, you and I, are overfull, and that means she’s at the bottom of a deep cold lake. How can she stand the hissing of all that water?
—We are not vessels; we are missiles.
—We’re static and we’re empty. We are overfull and leaden.
—We are airtight and we are missiles and all-powerful.
— Dave Eggers, You Shall Know Our Velocity!
"People are no more interesting than waves and mountains."
— Dave Eggers, How We Are Hungry
"On what slender threads do life and fortune hang…"
— Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
"Just say something perfect, something I can steal."
— The National, “Baby, We’ll Be Fine”
"Once again you climb over the railing, only now you are facing the ocean. Looking down to gauge your height you find you cannot see the surface of the water and search the sky for the moon, but the moon is not there. The warm wind runs off your torso and legs and your mind turns to the loveliness of narcotics and alcohol and women and you are shivering though you are not at all cold and you feel that you could cry now. You cannot see the water but the shore is a long ways off and you know it will be deep enough and so you count aloud, one, two, three, and you hold your breath and jump out into the night."
— Patrick deWitt, Ablutions
"Our greatest fears, like our greatest hopes, often come to nothing[.]"
— David James Duncan, The Brothers K