John

“We huddle in the bed, and she squeezes my hand I-love-you.”
― Truman Capote, A Christmas Memory

“Quite deliberately my friend drops a kettle on the floor. I tap-dance in front of closed doors. One by one the household emerges, looking as though they'd like to kill us both; but it's Christmas, so they can't.”
― Truman Capote, A Christmas Memory

“People always talked about the good clean smell of fresh sweat. They had to make excuses for it. They never talked about the good clean smell of fresh shit. There was nothing really as glorious as a good beer shit - I mean after drinking twenty or twenty-five beers the night before. The odor of a beer shit like that spread all around and stayed for a good hour-and-a-half. It made you realize that you were really alive.”
― Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

“Jesus, Oscar, Rudolfo said nervously. You look like they put a shirt on a turd,”
― Junot Díaz, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao