--William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying
Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.
--David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
You could tell by the way he talked, though, that he had gone to school a long time. That was probably what was wrong with him.
--John Kennedy Toole, A Confederacy Of Dunces
The moon had been lighted and was hung in a treetop.
--Stephen Crane, The Red Badge Of Courage
Then there is the matter of my mother's abandonment of me. Again, this is the common experience. They walk ahead of us, and walk too fast, and forget us, they are so lost in thoughts of their own, and soon or late they disappear. The only mystery is that we expect it to be otherwise.
--Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping
The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody'd move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and they're pretty, skinny legs, and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving that same blanket. Nobody's be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you'd be so much older or anything. It wouldn't be that, exactly. You'd just be different, that's all. You'd have an overcoat this time. Or the kid that was your partner in line the last time had got scarlet fever and you'd have a new partner. Or you'd have a substitute taking the class, instead of Miss Aigletinger. Or you'd heard your mother and father having a terrific fight in the bathroom. Or you'd just passed by one of those puddles in the street with gasoline rainbows in them. I mean you'd be different in some way—I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it.
--J.D.Salinger, The Catcher In The Rye