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Maybe not quotable in the traditional sense, but one of the finest pieces of prose I've ever read.  A description of a Comanche attack against a band of ragtag American filibusters from the novel Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy.

A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained weddingveil and some in headgear of cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a Spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or saber done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground and their horsesí ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horseís whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemenís faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell more horrible yet than the brimstone land of Christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools.

"You seem to think peace is a natural state, Siward, and conflict its interruption, but the truth is the exact opposite. Peace is what the sea looks like in a dead calm--a rare and beautiful moment--something impossible--a glimpse of perfection before the wind comes back again. You can no more force peace into existence than you can wander across the surface of the sea stamping the waves flat."

- King Malcolm in the play Dunsinane by David Greig


"When people start talking about their bowel movements they are as inexorable as the processes of which they speak."

- William Burroughs, Junky

I am personally affronted by that one 💩


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