Eric

“He wanted to forget he'd ever yielded to the weakness of wanting anything. He wanted to scrub away any evidence that he existed outside his own head at all—that he was a visible object that anyone else could see and mock and judge.”
― Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights

“Would you still? Very well, then, come. (Do you hear me sigh?) Here is the Dark Tower, at the end of End-World. See it, I beg. See it very well. Here is the Dark Tower at sunset.”
― Stephen King

“He recalled now the small boy who had played along the sea-wall. By night he had dreamt of magnificence and on the wings of its tales he flew. Well, it was more miserable here than magnificent, he supposed. But he believed he might reach across the years to that boy and lift him up on his high shoulders. See, I come to war because I love that boy, See how beautiful he is, see how fine. Here is his friend: he too is fine and beautiful. They go to war because they love, each his country. And I too love my country. Do you feel the wind that is rising,the magnificent wind? These things will come, my dear. Let you dream of this.”
― Jamie O'Neill, At Swim, Two Boys

“He recognized what was happening to him, this melancholy, this sense of despair. It had taken him often when he had been younger, most frequently during the weeks of the weeping, when the sky was hidden by clouds.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings