I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other. — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. (Lackington, Hughes, Harding, Mavor & Jones 1818)
There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion. ― Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood’s hour I have not beenAs others were—I have not seenAs others saw—I could not bringMy passions from a common spring—From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow—I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone—And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— — Edgar Allan Poe, from “Alone,” American Poetry: The Nineteenth… Continue reading Edgar Allan Poe
There seemed a deep sense of life and joy about all; and although no airs blew from out the Heavens, yet everything had motion through the gentle sweepings to and fro of innumberable butterflies, that might have been mistaken for tullips with wings. ― Edgar Allan Poe, from “The Island of the Fay,” The Fall… Continue reading Edgar Allan Poe
I will vanish in the morning light; I was only an invention of darkness. — Angela Carter, from “The Lady of the House of Love,” The Blood Chamber and Other Stories (Harper & Row, 1980)
What is normal? Normal is only ordinary; mediocre. Life belongs to the rare, exceptional individual who dares to be different. ― V. C. Andrews, My Sweet Audrina. (Pocket Books, September 15, 1990) Originally published 1982.
Overhead the birds are calling, their cries seeming to fill the air. As I watch, they rise, flinging their bodies against the sky, intent upon the moment, spinning and turning like embers or smoke upon the air. I envy them, this life of theirs, the way they live so free of themselves, they are without… Continue reading James Bradley