— И что же делать? — растерянно спросил Василек.
— С душой уже ничего не сделаешь. Может, книги с трупными cтихами сжигать, все до единой — не знаю. Но в любом случае трупы надо гнать из яви.
— Откуда?
— Из мира живых.
М. Елизаров, “Pasternak”, 2003

“…Once down under the earth, there would be no way to return. As he stared out the window, Brock realized that around them all this time had been rising a wall of earth each side of the narrowing road, in which tree roots twisted overhead now, and mud, once glistening, had grown darker, till only its smell was present.”
Thomas Pynchon, “Vineland”, 1990

“Following a Hollow Grail
Men from nowhere shall prevail…
Horrendous earth raped eternal…
Touched by the dead
A pre-determined soul…
No stranger men have walked the earth
In such a lucid form…”
Benediction, “Unfound morality”, 1993

“…It stinks all the time. In winter it stinks less than in summer, but it always stinks. It’s a dirty street intended for stupid immigrants, and some of them, the more recent ones, are left – the Ukrainians, mostly. The dumb, stolid Russians who don’t want to be Russians. But they are Russians all right.”
Donald Maclvers, “The Cult of Killers”, 1976

“Nobody is going to tell me that I’m crazy and that I can’t drink or do whatever I want.”
Russ Meyer, 1999