Strong Extraordinary Dreams

“A woman fallen has no future; a man risen has no past.”
― Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries

“Riding down the unhorsed Saxons and spearing and clubbing them and leaping from their mounts with knives and running about on the ground with a peculiar bandylegged trot like creatures driven to alien forms of locomotion and stripping the clothes from the dead and seizing them up by the hair and passing their blades about the skulls of the living and the dead alike and snatching aloft the bloody wigs and hacking and chopping at the naked bodies, ripping off limbs, heads, gutting the strange white torsos and holding up great handfuls of viscera, genitals, some of the savages so slathered up with gore they might have rolled in it like dogs and some who fell upon the dying and sodomized them with loud cries to their fellows.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or, the Evening Redness in the West

“Schopenhauer was right: Life has to be about disillusionment stumbling inexorably towards the totally fucked.”
― Irvine Welsh, Skagboys

“When did the body first set out on its own adventures, after having ditched its old travelling companions, the mind and the soul?”
― Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake