matthew

“The reason I hadn't washed my clothes or my hair was because it seemed so silly. I saw the day of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. Only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next had suddenly snapped up, and I could see day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue. It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it. I wanted to do everything once and for all and be done with it.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“There was not enough pain in Akhil’s body to pay for all of this.”
― John M. Ford, The Final Reflection

“Her sex – a series of complicated floral folds – is clearly visible in the pale-yellow bioluminescence emitting from my abdomen, where the enzyme luciferase is igniting magnesium and oxygen.”
― Momus, HERR F

“Askade took the battertoast, looked at it blearily. "I can't rewire it into a death ray without some extra parts," he said, and took a bite. "Hm. Tastes okay. What's the problem?”
― John M. Ford, How Much for Just the Planet?