“The sun like a sneaky keyhole view of hell.”
-David Foster Wallace
“The sun like a sneaky keyhole view of hell.”
-David Foster Wallace
“His stubble sparkled like bits of sand. Six-foot-one.
Sideburns thick as duct tape.”
-Jennifer Percy
“One late afternoon of early winter in the hour when the skies and streets of Paris take on the color of turtledoves, I stumbled into a dead end that angled curiously backwards like a broken finger, and found myself gazing into the window of a shop unike any other I had ever seen, for it contained a dazzling assortment of anamorphoses, some several hundred years old.”
-Rikki Ducornet
“Now one man has a go at the propeller, now another. But the engine is implacable, like a pupil being helped all the time, the whole class is whispering the answers to him, but no, he can’t do it, he keeps getting stuck, he keeps getting stuck at the same place, he fails.”
-Franz Kafka
“I search for an instant alive as a bird.”
-Octavio Paz
“Kiwi and his father could sometimes meet at the intersection of their two angers, like neighbors drawing up to the barbed stars of a fence.”
-Karen Russell
“And I have always been a poet who poured herself into the shrouds of experience’s tight dresses so that the reader could try and get a feel for the real me, metaphorically speaking, of course, using only the mind, of course, and a dictionary that the mind wears like a surgical glove.”
-Lynn Emanuel
“The first wave carried with it men accustomed to spaces and coldness and being alone, the coyote and cattlemen, with no fat on them, with faces the years had worn the flesh off, with eyes like nailheads, and hands like the material of old gloves, ready to touch anything.”
-Ray Bradbury
“Reading was like eating alone, with that same element of bingeing.”
– Francine Prose
“Under Midwestern clouds like great grey brains we left the superhighway with a drifting sensation and entered Kansas City’s rush hour with a sensation of running aground.”
-Denis Johnson