Sifting through the dirt to get to the gold
You know, we all have our own opinions, but what do you think is the determining characteristic that separates the have's from the have not's? What, if anything makes one better than the other? Well in Dangerous Illusions you realize that besides the multi-million dollar bookshelves, the ownership of antique musical instruments, insider or privileged... Continue Reading →
“Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind/Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,/Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,/Above, beneath, betwixt, between.” ―Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book In 2009 twenty-two percent of people in America have admitted to encountering ghosts. The number gets higher if you take into account the experiences of young... Continue Reading →
"Without an author, a novel wouldn't be written, but without a reader, a novel would have no effect. Without readers, novels can't be. We don't only read novels - we create them. A novel makes us laugh or cry, it gives us good or bad ideas and it enriches or impoverishes us. Characters, just as... Continue Reading →
“Mystery is the attractive condition a thing (an object, an action, a person) possesses which you know a little about but don’t know about completely. It is the twiney promise of unknown things (effects, interworkings, suspicions) which you must be wise enough to explore not too deeply, for fear you will dead-end in nothing but... Continue Reading →
"I was dead. That in itself didn't concern me much. I'd never been afraid of death. Of dying, yes; of a painful end, or a premature one - important things left undone - definitely. But the thought of actually being dead held no particular terror for me. I remembered the moment of my birth, and... Continue Reading →
"I hadn't been to Woodlawn Cemetery since my father's funeral. Knowing what I know about where we go once we die, I'd never seen the point in leaving flower bouquets next to the tombstones or talking to the ground. This was just where the bodies end up, and soon enough the bodies weren't even that... Continue Reading →
“The women, dressed up like glazed hams and glistening in the heat, were trying to look like they belonged on the set of Sex and the City. Watch them closely and you could see the mannerisms of the American starlets they idolized; the gestures, the nuances of speech, grabs at being sassy. Meanwhile the men... Continue Reading →
“When a guy asks if he can take me out to dinner, I hope maybe he’s someone who can eventually love me exactly the way I am. Maybe he wouldn’t fear my bite, my kookiness, maybe he’d get past my thorny bristles, to see there is sweetness here. He would understand that moving on doesn’t... Continue Reading →
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