Fanged nominals

“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.”  David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

"From my place at table I would suddenly see through one of the west windows a marvelous case of levitation. There, for an instant, the figure of my father in his wind-rippled white summer suit would be displayed, gloriously sprawling in mid-air, his limbs in a curiously casual attitude, his handsome, imperturbable features turned to the sky. Thrice, to the mighty heave-ho of his invisible tossers, he would fly up in this fashion, and the second time he would go higher than the first and then there he would be, on his last and loftiest flight, reclining as if for good, against the cobalt blue of the summer noon, like one of those paradisiac personages who comfortably soar, with such a wealth of folds in their garments, on the vaulted ceiling of a church while below, one by one, the wax tapers in mortal hands light up to make a swarm of minute flames in the mist of incense, and the priest chants of eternal repose, and funeral lilies conceal the face of whoever lies there, among the...

 "If I had no self-awareness, I think I'd know." Britta Perry in Community,  Emotional Consequences of Broadcast Television (Season 6, episode 13)

"Things could be different, but they're not." A lyric to Of Montreal's "The Past is a Grotesque Animal"

  David Bowie - Station to Station The return of the Thin White Duke Throwing darts in lovers' eyes Here are we, one magical moment Such is the stuff from where dreams are woven Bending sound Dredging the ocean, lost in my circle Here am I Flashing no colour tall in this room overlooking the ocean Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth There are you You drive like a demon from station to station The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stains Once there were mountains on mountains And once there were sunbirds to soar with And once I could never be down Got to keep searching and searching Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love? Wonder who, wonder who, wonder when Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy? Drink to the men who protect you and I Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass h...

 "Britpop was massively pushed by the government. Someday it would be interesting to read all the MI5 files on Britpop. The wool was pulled right over everybody's eyes there." Kevin Shields, guitarist and vocalist of My Bloody Valentine