Malcolm Lowry

"For a time they confronted each other like two mute unspeaking forts."

"But my lord, Yvonne, surely you know by this time I can’t get drunk however much I drink."

"Yes, I do love you, I have all the love in the world left for you, only that love seems so far away from me and so strange too, for it is as though I could almost hear it, a droning or weeping, but fa…"

"Suddenly he saw them, the bottles of aguardiente, of anís, of jerez, of Highland Queen, the glasses, a babel of glasses—towering, like the smoke from the train that day—built to the sky, then falling,…"

"Christ," he remarked, puzzled, "this is a dingy way to die."

"The howling pariah dogs, the cocks that herald dawn all night, the drumming, the moaning that will be found later white plumage huddled on telegraph wires in back gardens or fowl roosting in apple tre…"

"And how could he know whether it was a good omen or not without another drink?"

"And this is how I sometimes think of myself, as a great explorer who has discovered some extraordinary land from which he can never return to give his knowledge to the world: but the name of this land…"