I was twelve miles from no where.
Mark Z. DanielewskiI could see her get all nervous but she was also excited. Nightmares have that quality, don't they?
Mark Z. DanielewskiWhich in the gray of gentler eyes will prove far more than any of us could ever need; 'enough' we will shout, 'enough!' our bellies full, our hearts full, our ages full; fullness and greater fullness and even more fullness; how then we will laugh and forget how imagining has already left us.
Mark Z. DanielewskiMaybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?
Mark Z. DanielewskiStories heard but not recalled. Letters too. Words filling my head. Fragmenting like artillery shells. Shrapnel, like syllables, flying everywhere. Terrible syllables. Sharp cracked. Traveling at murderous speed. Tearing through it all in a very, very bad inreparable way.
Mark Z. DanielewskiIt may be the wrong decision, but fuck it, it's mine.
Mark Z. DanielewskiYou got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.
Mark Z. DanielewskiLove of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.
Mark Z. DanielewskiStichwörter: love
...she still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes. The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away. Even if there is no sound, the weight of a hundred seconds always turns her head.
Mark Z. DanielewskiStichwörter: love
Youth always tries to fill the void, an old man learns to live with it.
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