What I feel for her is a wholly different emotion. It stands and walks on its own, living and breathing and throbbing and shaking me to the roots of my being.
We're human, after all, and everybody's got something a little off somewhere.
We're both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We're connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.
We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze.Nonetheless, we can in the same breath deny tha...
Waiting for youranswer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. Atleast let me know whether or not I hurt you.
They take the circuits out of people’s brains that make it possible for them to think for themselves. Their world is like the one that George Orwell depicted in his novel. I’m sure you realize that th...
These days I just can't seem to say what I mean [...]. I just can't. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try...
There's that kind of money in the world. It aggravates you to have it, makes you miserable to spend it, and you hate yourself when it's gone. And when you hate yourself, you feel like spending money....
There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate.
The world of the grotesque is the darkness within us.
The world isn’t that easily turned upside down, Haida replied. It’s people who are turned upside down.
The tricky thing about mazes is that you don't know if you've chosen the right path until the very end. If it turns out you were wrong, it's usually too late to go back and start again. That's the pro...
The surviving human beings there could do nothing but wait for the end to come. They chose different ways to live out their final days. That was the plot.** It was a dark movie offering no hope of sal...
The strength I'm looking for isn't the type where you win or lose. I'm not after a wall that'll repel power coming from outside. What I want is the kind of strength to be able to absorb that kind of p...
The song is over. But the melody lingers on.
The silence lent a faint weight to the air. As though I were sitting alone, at the bottom of the sea.
The silence is so deep it hurts our ears.
The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.
The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.
TheEarth, after all, doesn’t creak and groan its way around the sunjust so human beings can have a good time and a bit of a laugh.