I know i haven't posted here in a while and I thought I'd do so with something I think we can all appreciate. The written word. There are just passages that hit us, either their lyrical nature or their voice, style or whatever. They're just cool. I was inspired by the following passage, which I read in a weird listicle about famous people in history with STD's. This is from James Boswell, a biographer. I just think the way he writes it is nothing short of amazing. Talking about sex with a prostitute (he also used an animal gut condom). 

At the bottom of the Haymarket I picked up a strong, jolly young damsel, and taking her under the arm I conducted her to Westminster Bridge, and then in armour complete did I engage her upon this noble edifice. The whim of doing it there with the Thames rolling below us amused me much.

I mean, hell yeah. You don't really get many accounts of engaging young damsels, so good on JB there. I think some of my favorite passages from from Cormac McCarthy, though. From Blood Meridian:

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 wedding veil and some in headgear or 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 sabre 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 horses' ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horse's whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen's 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.

From The Road:

There is no God and we are his prophets.

Great idea. The only thing I hate is that there are so many to choose from. I suppose I can always revisit this thread later, but here are a couple. 

“The time flies. The time flies feed on rotting clocks.”
― Craig Clevenger, Dermaphoria

I always found that one to be especially poignant and clever. 

“The only difference between a suicide and a martyrdom really is the amount of press coverage.” 
― Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor

See, I think I like the pithy ones. They make better sound bites. 

“A screaming comes across the sky.” [/font]
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow

That one needs no explanation. I just think it's beautiful.

“Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn? Yet if you look east, at sunset, you can see night rising, not falling; darkness lifting into the sky, up from the horizon, like a black sun behind cloud cover. Like smoke from an unseen fire, a line of fire just below the horizon, brushfire or a burning city. Maybe night falls because it’s heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes. Wool blanket.” 
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale