Pylon Quotes

“It would be there—the eternal smell of the coffee the sugar the hemp sweating slow iron plates above the forked deliberate brown water and lost lost lost all ultimate blue of latitude and horizon; the hot rain gutterfull plaiting the eaten heads of shrimp; the ten thousand inescapable mornings wherein ten thousand airplants swinging stippleprop the soft scrofulous soaring of sweating brick and ten thousand pairs of splayed brown hired Leonorafeet tigerbarred by jaloused armistice with the invincible sun: the thin black coffee, the myriad fish stewed in a myriad oil—tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow; not only not to hope, not even to wait: just to endure.”
― William Faulkner, Pylon

“They travelled crosstown now; the cab could rush fast down each block of the continuous alley, pausing only at the intersections where, to the right, canyonniched, the rumor of Grandlieu Street swelled and then faded in repetitive and indistinguishable turmoil, flicking on and past as though the cab ran along the rimless periphery of a ghostly wheel spoked with light and sound.”
― William Faulkner, Pylon

“Era un automóvil costoso, complejo, delicado y virtualmente inútil, creado para convertirse en músculos, carne y sangre de una nueva especie humana carente de piernas”
― William Faulkner, Pylon

“But that competitor was Death, and Roger Shumann lost.”
― William Faulkner, Pylon

“I feel better! I feel! I feel!” until he quit that too and said quietly, looking at the familiar wall, the familiar twin door through which he was about to pass, with tragic and passive clairvoyance: “Something is going to happen to me.”
― William Faulkner, Pylon

“He dont have to move very far to go nuts in the first place and so he dont have so far to come back.”
― William Faulkner, Pylon