WE have familiar experience of the order, the constancy, the perpetual renovation of the material world which surrounds us. Frail and transitory as is every part of it, restless and migratory as are its elements, never-ceasing as are its changes, still it abides. It is bound together by a law of permanence, it is set… Continue reading William Peter Blatty
Everything that happens before Death is what counts. ― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes. (Avon; Reprint edition, March 1, 1998) Originally published 1962.
First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. ― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes. (Avon; Reprint edition, March 1, 1998) Originally published 1962.
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.
But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light… Continue reading Stephen King
Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila. — Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves. (Pantheon, Random House March 7, 2000)