• Blood Meridian
    • They fight with fists, with feet, with bottles or knives. All races, all breeds. Men whose speech is like the grunting of apes. Men from lands so far and queer that standing over them where they lie bleeding in the mud he feels mankind itself is vindicated.
    • A man’s at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with.
  • Infinite Jest
    • What if sometimes there is no choice about what to love? What if the temple comes to Mohammed? What if you just love? without deciding? You just do: you see her and in that instant are lost to sober account-keeping and cannot choose but to love?
    • These worst mornings with cold floors and hot windows and merciless light—the soul’s certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer.
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