-Sam Thompson, Communion Town, 14 (2012)
-Ευγένιος Αρανίτσης, Λεπτομέρειες για το Τέλος του Κόσμου, 45 (1993)
Watch this entity closely. There are things to come.
I make it a rule never to give people favorable opinions of their work – not even those exceptional, open-minded people who admire my theories concerning reality and its dissolution through polite social conversation.
―Donald Antrim, The Verificationist, 7
“Which is to say, Laney, anything that might be of interest to Slitscan’s audience. Which is best visualized as a vicious, lazy, profoundly ignorant, perpetually hungry organism craving the warm god-flesh of the anointed. Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It’s covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, Laney, no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections.”
―William Gibson, Idoru, 28
"You can always see an ancient city better when it’s been bombed."
-William Gaddis, The Recognitions, 910
5. Poets go to bed earliest, followed by short story writers, then novelists. The habits of playwrights are unknown.
"A mathematician is a machine for turning coffee into theorems.”
"There are no secrets here in the Panopticon."
-Jenni Fagan, The Panopticon, 21
"Sold it all on eBay, dahlin, movin with the times."
"For 1.98, come on."
"For more than you would ever dream. Nothing dies anymore, the collectors’ market, it’s the afterlife, and yups are its angels."
-Thomas Pynchon, Bleeding Edge, 435
"Steak tartare arrives; when I ask him how it is, he says, ‘It’s the next best thing to cunnilingus.’"