The winter afternoon was reddening towards evening, and already: ruby light was rolled over the bloomless beds, filling them, as it were, with the ghosts of the dead roses. – G.K. Chesterton, from “The Flying Stars,” The Complete Father Brown (Penguin, 1981)
Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment. ― Harlan Ellison
And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit. — Martin Amis, London Fields. (VINTAGE; New Ed edition 1999) Originally published 1989.
There are too many people in the world like you, Yoshio said. Too many people who don’t have anyone they care about. Who think if they don’t love anyone else then they’re free to do whatever they want. They think they have nothing to lose, and that makes them stronger. If you have nothing to… Continue reading Shūichi Yoshida
You are not entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to your informed opinion. No one is entitled to be ignorant. — Harlan Ellison
Everything is possible. The impossible just takes longer. ― Dan Brown, Digital Fortress. (Corgi Books January 17, 2004) Originally published 1998.
There are some people in your life who bring back old memories. And there are others – your first kiss, your first love, your first sex – who, the moment you see them, bring a spark… and something far more potent. They bring back your old life and with that, potential. And possibilities. And the… Continue reading Brad Meltzer
Now begin in the middle, and later learn the beginning; the end will take care of itself. ― Harlan Ellison
It is not merely enough to love literature if one wishes to spend one’s life as a writer. It is a dangerous undertaking on the most primitive level. For, it seems to me, the act of writing with serious intent involves enormous personal risk. It entails the ongoing courage for self-discovery. It means one will… Continue reading Harlan Ellison
The Vale of Soul-Making 