“Oliver might have guessed at other reasons; he had felt too happy to look for them. Like a driver who has found a shortcut on his daily route, like a soldier who has won an objective without bloodshed, like a writer who has made his point thriftily, he drew happiness from his own efficacy.”
-Harry Matthews

“They hold each other. Julie is very white, her hair prickly-short. The room’s darkness is pocked with little bits of Los Angeles, at night, through glass. The dark drifts down around them and fits like a gardener’s glove.”
-David Foster Wallace