Just finished James Baldwin's Another Country over lunch. There are some really amazing and illuminating scenes in the book (the sex scenes are overwrought, though). Anyway, there are better passages, but this paragraph struck me as a moment of maximum-Baldwinity:
"'You think that there isn't any hope for us?'
'Hope?' The word seemed to bang from wall to wall. 'Hope? No, I don't think there's any hope. We're too empty here'--her eyes took in the Sunday crowd--'too empty--here.' She touched her heart. 'This isn't a country at all, it's a collection of football players and Eagle Scouts. Cowards. We think we're happy. We're not. We're doomed.'"