I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real
Mark Z. Danielewski...life's big. If you can't fix it, give it a spin.
Mark Z. DanielewskiKeep true to the rare music in your heart, to the marvelous and unique form that is and shall always be nothing else but you. Keep to that and you can do no wrong, which I realize is easier said than done.
Mark Z. DanielewskiMake no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say.
Of course those who write short books have even less to say.
Stichwörter: books writing writers
Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.
Mark Z. DanielewskiStichwörter: smile rome house-of-leaves
Knowledge is hot water on wool. It shrinks time and space.
Mark Z. DanielewskiStichwörter: house-of-leaves
all I have to do is extend my hand but I can't run that far.
Mark Z. DanielewskiScientists estimate the universe unfolded from its state of infinite destiny* - a moment commonly referred to as "the big bang" - approximately 1.3-2 x 10^10 years ago.
*Typo: "destiny" should read "density.
In the end Navidson is left with one page and one match. For a long time he waits in darkness and cold, postponing this final bit of illumination. At last though, he grips the match by the neck and after locating the friction strip sparks to life a final ball of light.
First, he reads a few lines by match light and then as the heat bites his fingertips he applies the flame to the page. Here then is one end: a final act of reading, a final act of consumption. And as the fire rapidly devours the paper, Navidson's eyes frantically sweep down over the text, keeping just ahead of the necessary immolation, until as he reaches the last few words, flames lick around his hands, ash peels off into the surrounding emptiness, and then as the fire retreats, dimming, its light suddenly spent, the book is gone leaving nothing behind but invisible traces already dismantled in the dark.
Stichwörter: reading books consumption
Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all.
'Does that scare you?'
Chad nods.
'Why?' asks his father.
'It's like something's waiting.
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