Sarah Vowell Quote

What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

I see black light (his last words)

When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They could not live.

Z is for Zillah who drank too much gin.

You walk a fine line between beautifully macabre and uncharacteristically psychotic.

Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them

But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions...

That's because only a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear - the exact sort of lines and proportions that connect up with latent instincts or hereditary memor...

The macabre who lived through the war have a story they loved to tell about the soldiers of the Foreign Legion giving a ball in the expanses around Verdun and dancing with the corpses. Alabama's conti...

In the middle, the river was a deep green, scattered with rocks poking their noses up for a breath. The water charged around them, creating eddies and whirlpools. Closer to the bank, the current dragg...