The other day I came across one of the best lines I've read this year. From Dennis Cooper's Frisk:
"His history had been reduced to a simplistic blur, like the trails in the air left by people on fire."
Seriously. On the count of 3, everybody just put down their pens and go home.
As a sidenote, I've also been re-reading Cooper's amazing collection of essays, All Ears. It's worth the price of admission for his profile of UCLA's Fine Arts program in 1997.