J.C.

“Some of us seem to imagine the more respectable a person is, the more reason to attack him”
― Philip K. Dick, The Man Who Japed

“An hour past dawn, the Charger came down the hill, followed by a boxy Jeep with oversize tires and a Chevy half-ton truck.

'That's them,' said Ornazian

'The New Klansmen.'

'More like wannabe Nazis.'

'What's the difference?'

'Their playbook is Mein Kampf. They carved the number fourteen into the Weitzmans' dining-room table.'

'And that means what?'

'Fourteen words. The white-nationalist slogan. I am a coward and a loser and I blame my failure on other people.'

Ward counted on his fingers. 'That's fifteen words.'

'See? These guys could fuck up a wet dream. Let's go to their house.”
― George P. Pelecanos, The Man Who Came Uptown

“My legs tremble, my back arches, my heart races, and i am flooded with intense waves of vibration crashing and rolling up and down my body. I have seen the face of God, and he just ate my p***y

- from the story "Vessel" by Missy Martinez”
― Asa Akira, Asarotica

“Outside, the colonel was cheering, delighted by his first encounter with warfare, Inside, two Monuments Men bent over a four-hundered-year-old painting [by Peter Breughel the Elder] in the faint light of a newly arrived lamp. The first was kneeling on the ground, studying its surface like an archeologist in an Egyptian tomb or a medic with a wounded man. The second hunched behind him, concentrating on his notes. The soldiers, tired and dirty, huddled around them like the shepherds at the manger, staring silently at a painting of expressive faces and peasant villagers and at the two adult men in soldiers' garb fussing over every square centimeter of its surface.”
― Robert M Edsel, The Monuments Men: Allied Heroes, Nazi Thieves, and the Greatest Treasure Hunt in History