Maybe "This is not for you" printed on a blank page at the beginning of Mark Z Danielewski's "House of Leaves"?
Or maybe any of McCarthy's run-on lines, like in Child of God:
"They came like a caravan of carnival folk up through the swales of broomstraw and across the hill in the morning sun, the truck rocking and pitching in the ruts and the musicians on chairs in the truckbed teetering and tuning their instruments, the fat man with guitar grinning and gesturing to others in a car behind and bending to give a note to the fiddler who turned a fiddlepeg and listened with a wrinkled face"