“He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human.” — William Golding Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I could put myself to sleep saying that over and over until after the honeysuckle got all mixed up in it… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“Depending on the places we passed, the night around us shaded from ink black to red to purple to a washed-out yellow… — Nic Pizzolatto Copy Share Image
