I've actually only read two things by Herman Melville (or Merman Hellville, as you can also call him if you want to have a little Tuesday fun), Moby-Dick and Bartleby, but I'm a big fan of both. Moby-Dick has a million good quotes, but what I want to post right now is my one favorite bit of Melville writing, which is the last sentence of this paragraph from Bartleby:
The yard was entirely quiet. It was not accessible to the common prisoners. The surrounding walls, of amazing thickness, kept off all sounds behind them. The Egyptian character of the masonry weighed upon me with its gloom. But a soft imprisoned turf grew under foot. The heart of the eternal pyramids, it seemed, wherein, by some strange magic, through the clefts, grass-seed, dropped by birds, had sprung.
Just really good brainfeel if you ask me.