32 Quotes by William Gay

They trickled down sunless corridors and burst capillaries until they were in the city’s dark heart. A city within a city where the blood slowed and thickened and clotted in viscous smears of alizarin crimson dried to burnt sienna around the edges.

Were there darker provinces of night he would have found them. – CORMAC MCCARTHY, Child of God, 1973.

He seemed to be drawing inward toward some point at which he would be reduced to the fundamental essence of himself.

As night deepened all he could see was the shifting line of fire, like some malfunction in the wiring of the world itself, as if the very night had combusted and was creeping incrementally toward him.

It was a place if not hell then certainly the room across the hall from it.