“We loved killing time and had perfected several ways of doing so. We wandered the hallways carrying papers that indicated some mission of business when in reality we were in search of free candy. We refilled our coffee mugs on floors we didn’t belong on. Hank Neary was an avid reader. He arrived early in his brown corduroy coat with a book taken from the library, copied all its pages on the Xerox machine, and sat at his desk reading what looked to the passerby like the honest pages of business. He made it through a three-hundred-page novel every two or three days.”

                     --Joshua Ferris, Then We Came to the End, 2007

“THERE’S–GAS IN THE ENVELOPE! TOO LATE TO HOLD MY BREATH! I CAN FEEL IT…ENTERING MY NOSE…MY MOUTH…IT’S SWIRLING AROUND IN MY BRAIN…LIKE A WHIRLPOOL! I-I’M BEGINNING TO SEE THINGS…LIKE IN A STRANGE, MAD, PSYCHEDELIC NIGHTMARE! I’M ON A GREAT LONELY PLAIN…RUNNING…RUNNING…WITH GIANT EYES PEERING DOWN…THEY’RE MOCKING ME…WAITING FOR ME TO REACH THE EDGE…OF WHAT?? AND NOW…NOW THAT I’VE REACHED IT…I KNOW AT LAST…THERE’S SOMETHING…BEHIND ME…!!”

                     --Stan Lee, CAPTAIN AMERICA, Vol. 1, No. 111, 
                            "Tommorow You Live, Tonight I Die!" 1969

(Posted simultaneously to “Drilling Holes in the Wall.”)