I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic. ― Augusten Burroughs, Dry. (St. Martin’s Press June 2003)
Be patient, Ophelia. Love, Hamlet — Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater. (Dial Press Trade Paperback September 8, 1998)
The word ‘despair’ is overused and banalized now, but it’s a serious word, and I’m using it seriously. It’s close to what people call dread or angst, but it’s not these things, quite. It’s more like wanting to die in order to escape the unbearable sadness of knowing I’m small and weak and selfish and… Continue reading David Foster Wallace
I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No… not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that… overthrows life. Unbiddable, ungovernable – like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin… Continue reading Marc Norman
We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to… Continue reading Tom Stoppard
I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way. — Kathleen Turner [Jessica Rabbit] Who Framed Roger Rabbit. (1988) Based on the book Who Censored Roger Rabbit? by Gary K. Wolf. (Ballantine Books, July 1988) Originally published 1981.
She reached into an alabaster box and pulled out a violet cigarette that also exactly matched her eyes. Some people just don’t know when to quit. She lit her colored coffin nail, set it into an ashtray, and promptly forgot about it. It smoldered into eternity silently begging for one more touch from her gorgeous… Continue reading Gary K. Wolf