I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend… I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade.… Continue reading Neil Gaiman
Like almost every truly horrible thing that has ever happened in the history of our world, the end also began with a kiss. ― Dennis Sharpe, Destroyer of Worlds. (Booktrope January 14, 2015)
Some summers refuse to end. — Ray Bradbury, Farewell Summer (William Morrow, 2006) (via luthienne)
In this instant it was an individual problem seeking an individual solution. He must accept being alone and work on from there. ― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine. (Doubleday 1957)
Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas-abstract, invisible, gone once they’ve been spoken-and what could be… Continue reading Neil Gaiman
I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be.― Roger Zelazny, Isle of the Dead. (Ace Books; later printing edition, 1985)
Sometimes I’m afraid to go to sleep because of what I’m leaving behind. — Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall. (HarperCollins; Reprint edition, March 8, 2016)
