BOOK STARTERS VOL.23 ( HOUSE OF LEAVES ) ( MARK Z. DANIELEWSKI )
- ❛ It may be the wrong decision, but fuck it, it’s mine. ❜
- ❛ Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer. ❜
- ❛ No one ever really gets used to nightmares. ❜
- ❛ I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I’m not. ❜
- ❛ Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila. ❜
- ❛ Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it. ❜
- ❛ Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful. ❜
- ❛ The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours. ❜
- ❛ You will fulfil a promise I made years ago but failed to keep. ❜
- ❛ Darkness never satisfies. Especially if it takes something away which it almost always invariably does. ❜
- ❛ I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore. ❜
- ❛ What can I say, I’m a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff. ❜
- ❛ Is it possible to love something so much, you imagine it wants to destroy you only because it has denied you? ❜
- ❛ It’s just silent, no sound at all. It’s like something’s waiting. ❜
- ❛ I guess I’m hoping the weapons will make me feel better, grant me some kind of fucking control. ❜
- ❛ Oh and something else: – Fuck you. ❜
- ❛ God I’ve never been afraid like this. ❜
- ❛ I miss you. I love you. There’s no second I’ve lived that you can’t call your own. ❜
- ❛ I’m so tired. Sleep’s been stalking me for too long to remember. Inevitable I suppose. ❜
- ❛ Not seeing the rip doesn’t mean you automatically get to keep clear of the Hey-I’m-Bleeding part. ❜
- ❛ These days fantasies flourish and die like summer flies. ❜
- ❛ Yeah I know, I know. This shit’s getting ridiculous. ❜
- ❛ ‘Fuck’ and ‘fall for’ have very different meanings. The first one you do as much as you can. The second one you never ever, ever do. ❜
- ❛ It’s a nice idea but it reeks of hope. False hope. ❜
- ❛ It’s, well…one thing in two words: fucked up…very fucked up. Okay three words, four words, who the hell cares…very very fucked up. ❜
- ❛ Do you think I could spend the night at your place? ❜
- ❛ Any fool can pray. ❜
- ❛ I feel like I haven’t slept in months. My neighbours are scared of me. ❜
- ❛ I’ve lost my mind? Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe I’m just really drunk. ❜
- ❛ Perhaps by cleaning out my system I’ll come to a clearing where I can ease myself into peace. ❜
- ❛ I should be dead. Why am I still here? ❜
- ❛ Fuck if I know. Your guess is as good as mine. ❜
- ❛ You are my flesh. You are my bones. I know you too well. I read you too perfectly. ❜
- ❛ Not all complex problems have easy solutions. ❜
- ❛ Do you believe in God? I don’t think I ever asked you that one. ❜
- ❛ We all create stories to protect ourselves. ❜
- ❛ Are you kidding me? This place is scary. ❜
- ❛ These days the only thing that gets me outside is when I say: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. ❜
- ❛ You like that crap because it reminds you of you. ❜
- ❛ You may suddenly realise things are not how you perceived them to be at all. ❜