Lunetune

“Oh, my God!" Ignatius mumbled, looking at the austere little calling card. "You can't really be named Dorian Greene."
"Yes, isn't that wild?" Dorian asked languidly. "If I told you my real name, you'd never speak to me again. It's so common I could die just thinking of it. I was born on a wheat farm in Nebraska. You can take it from there.”
― John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

“The world breaks everyone and afterward
many are strong at the broken places. But
those that will not break it kills. It kills the very
good and the very gentle and the very brave
impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.”
― Ernest Hemingway, Across the River and into the Trees

“At Christmas the only sign of the season at Levy's Lodge, the only barometer of Yuletide spirit was the appearance of his daughters, who descended upon him from college with demands for additional money coupled with threats to disavow his paternity forever if he continued to mistreat their mother. For Christmas, Mrs. Levy always compiled not a gift list but rather a list of the injustices and brutalities she had suffered since August. The girls got this list in their stockings. The only gift Mrs. Levy asked of the girls was that they attack their father. Mrs. Levy loved Christmas.”
― John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy of Dunces

“My punishment had finally arrived. It wasn't poison, it wasn't death -- it was life.”
― Rosella Postorino, At the Wolf's Table