Sometimes when you're young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you're living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.
Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.
Some things were better lost than found.
Shit don't mean shit
It was easier to be brave when you were someone else.
I've met talespinners before, Jake, and they're all cut more or less from the same cloth. They tell tales because they're afraid of life.
I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - just forget it.
I know life is hard, I think everyone knows that in their hearts, but why dos it have to be cruel, as well? Why does it have to bite?
Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.
You're like a man who loves nothing better than a thick steak but wouldn't last an hour in a slaughterhouse.
The sky was the yellow color of old cheese and the clouds flew across it, as if they had seen something horrifying in the desert wastes where they had so lately been.
When the work is the best work, it's more like being a secretary than it is a creative person, you just sort of take the stuff down.
When you write, you want to get rid of the world, do you not? Of course you do. When you're writing, you're creating your own worlds.
Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.
And as I thought about the body of Ray Brower in this light- or lack of it- what I felt was not queasiness or fear that he would suddenly appear before us, a green and gibbering banshee whose purpose...
Start with a blank surface. It doesn't have to be paper or canvas, but I feel it should be white. We call it white because we need a word, but its true name is nothing. Black is the absence of light,...
No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want,need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart .
Fiction is the truth inside a lie.
It is the tale, not he who tells it.
I don't believe in any actual thinking God that marks the fall of every bird in Australia or every bug in India, a God that records all of our sins in a big golden book and judges us when we die - I d...