Bob

“Think of you! To think of a whirlwind, though 'twere in a whirlwind, were a case of more steady contemplation : a very tranquillity of mind and mansion. A fellow that lives in a windmill has not a more whimsical dwelling than the heart of a man that is lodged in a woman.”
― William Congreve, The Way of the World

“The professor would tell Tekla that the feeding of pigeons meant the same to him as going to church or the synagogue. God is not hungry for praise, but the pigeons wait each day from sunrise to be fed. There is no better way to serve the Creator than to be kind to his creatures.”
― Isaac Bashevis Singer, A Friend of Kafka and Other Stories

“The sodden crescent at the edge of my long-since-dunked digestive biscuit flotched to the desk top like excrement.”
― Will Self, The Quantity Theory of Insanity

“A sludgy, psychedelic rhythm poured out of the speakers, the slowest, sludgiest rhythm Carl had ever heard, like a hypnotized dinosaur stomping unknowingly over flower children and a meadow full of butterflies in a gently rolling landscape. Above the proceedings opened up a sky filled with the suns of a million spotlights and out of those heights came the falsetto voice of Marshal Mellow, naked and featherless, squawking as it flitted downward, a tiny, prehistoric bird landing on the dinosaur's neck and tossed around.”
― Wolfgang Herrndorf, Sand