"I suppose it's a comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse damage to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict." - Chuck Palahniuk
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Monday, November 18, 2013
1480th.
"I never really thought about how when I look at the moon it's the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at. Not to mention all those zillions of people I've never heard of. All those Homo sapiens and Neanderthals looked at the very same moon as me. It waxed and waned in their sky, too." - Susan Beth Pfeffer
Sunday, November 17, 2013
1479th.
"I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell." - George R.R. Martin
Saturday, November 16, 2013
1478th.
"It is so easy to get sucked into the if-only game, and playing it is a short and slippery slide into despair." - William Paul Young
Friday, November 15, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
1476th.
"Time passes slowly when you're young, and quickens as you get old. Summer lasted forever when I was seven, but now it only visits. When I was seven the days had more hours than I had use for and the distance between sun up and down again was a vast and lazy sprawl; now, when I look back, things seem to have happened with the most hectic and startling speed. The weeks and months have seeped into each other and become a span without feature and detail, riddled with cavernous holes." - Sonya Hartnett
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
1475th.
"The English language needs a word for that feeling you get when you badly need help, but there is no one who you can call because you're not popular enough to have friends, not rich enough to have employees, and not powerful enough to have lackeys. It's a very distinct cocktail of impotence, loneliness and a sudden stark assessment of your non-worth to society." - David Wong
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
1472nd.
"We look before and after and pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." - Percy Bysshe Shelly
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