Ofterdingen and Kropotkin

Then just as I was being released in late 1996 Mother won a small product liability settlement and used the money to promptly go get cosmetic surgery on the crow's feet around her eyes. However the cosmetic surgeon botched it and did something to the musculature of her face which caused her to look insanely frightened at all times.

D.F. Wallace, Philosophy and the mirror of nature, 182.

My dear dada,
your first adventure is very amusing. That you took a deaf man for blind is capital. I wonder the "ears of the deaf" were not unstopped at your arrival. I can quite understand your having felt shy at being left alone with a deaf man, who was blind.
Eleanor to Karl Marx, 19 March 1866

Agency MROPs whom Terry'd worked with for years had trouble recalling his name, and always greeted him with an exaggerated bonhomie designed to obscure this fact. Ricin and botulinus were about equally easy to cultivate. Actually, they were both quite easy indeed, assuming you were comfortable in a laboratory environment and exercised due care in your procedures. Schmidt himself had personally overheard some of the other young men in Technical Processing refer to Darlene Lilley as Lurch or Herman and make fun of her height and physical solidity, and had been outraged enough to have come very very close indeed to confronting them directly.
[...]
In some of the fantasies in which he and Darlene Lilley were having high-impact intercourse on the firm's conference tables Schmidt kept finding himself saying Thank you, oh thank you in rhythm to the undulatory thrusting motions of the coitus, and was unable to stop himself, and couldn't help seeing the confused and then distasteful expression that the rhythmic Oh God, thank you produced on Darlene Lilley's face even as her glasses fogged and her crosstrainers' heel drummed thunderously on the table's surface, and sometimes it almost wrecked the whole fantasy.
D.F. Wallace, Oblivion, 49-54

When Thomas brought the news that the house I was born in no longer existed, neither the lane nor the path sloping to the river, nothing, I had a dream of return. Multicolored. Joyous. I was able to fly, and the trees were even taller than in childhood, because they had been growing all the years since they had been cut down. (Tilda Swinton)

Trees

[...] and asked [Buson] to take the official title of the school's master. He was reluctant to do it, and was quite contemptuous of the role: "These days, those who dominate the haikai world peddle their different styles, ridicule and slander everyone else, and puff themselves up with the title of master. They flaunt their wealth, parade their ignorance, and promote themselves by arranging their students' innumerable wretched verses in anthologies.

For about the past fortnight now I have written absolutely nothing, for when I am not at the library I am hunted like a dog and therefore, despite the best of intentions, I am constantly interrupted in my work…at home disruptions and disturbances are too much for me. Everything is constantly in a state of siege and the streams of tears for nights on end try my nerves and drive me mad. Naturally I cannot do much. I feel sorry for my wife. She has the heaviest load to bear and au fond she is right. Industry ought to be more productive than marriage.
Marx to Engels, July 31 1851

SADNESSES OF SEX AND ART: Sadness of arousal being an unordinary physical state; Sadness of feeling the need to create beautiful things; Sadness of the anus; Sadness of eye contact during fellatio and cunniligus; Kissing sadness; Sadness of moving too quickly; Sadness of not mo[vi]ng; Nude model sadness; Sadness of portraiture; Sadness of Pinchas T's only notable paper "To the Dust: From Man You Came and to Man You Shall Return," in which he argued it would be possible, in theory, for life and art to be reversed...
J.S. Foer, Everything is illuminated, 212.