""What people! All queer in a terrible way. There were a couple of queer good people once in this world—but none of you," he said, addressing the room, "will ever know them. You think you are all studded with diamonds, don't you? Well, part the diamonds and you'll find slug's meat. My God," he said, turning around, "when I think!" He began to pound the table with his glass."
— Djuna Barnes (Nightwood)