I live in a well. I live like smoke in the well. Like vapor in a stone throat. I don’t move. I don’t do anything but wait. Overhead I see the cold stars of night and morning, and I see the sun. And sometimes I sing old songs of this world when it was young.… Continue reading Ray Bradbury
Sixsmith. I climb the steps of the Scot monument every morning and all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may… Continue reading Ben Whishaw
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of… Continue reading Joss Whedon
]I recalled my father-in-law’s aphorism ‘To fool a judge, feign fascination, but to bamboozle the whole court, feign boredom…’ & I pretended to extract a speck from my eye. ― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas. (Sceptre 2004)
There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle. You will hear that she has left… Continue reading Neil Gaiman
The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion;… Continue reading Jules Verne
What wouldn’t I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds. ― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas. (Modern Library; F First Edition edition November 20, 2012)
No man is brave that has never walked a hundred miles. If you want to know the truth of who you are, walk until not a person knows your name. Travel is the great leveler, the great teacher, bitter as medicine, crueler than mirror-glass. A long stretch of road will teach you more about yourself… Continue reading Patrick Rothfuss
‘You see,’ I said, ‘I’m a socialist. I don’t think this world was made for a small minority to dance on the faces of everyone else.’ — H.G. Wells, In the Days of the Comet. (Ariel Pr April 1999) Originally published 1906.
The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say. ― Gregory Maguire, Mirror Mirror. (ReganBooks September 28, 2004) Originally published October 14th 2003.