The coach jolted on through the countryside, with its load of passengers rocked and thrown about its deeply sprung interior like kernels in a sack, as the twin lanterns cut through the mist of a cold March dawn, illuminating the road ahead with their weak yellow glow. - "The Crimson Petal and the White" by Michel Faber.

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel — not the color of space but the color of a dead channel, a hollow murmur or roar, the sound of wind or surf, now almost entirely replaced by the static hum and flicker of the digital universe but still remembered. -"Neuromancer" by William Gibson

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since: ‘Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone,’ he told me, ‘just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.’ - "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald