Mark Z. Danielewski, House Of Leaves Quotes
Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.
Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.
Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it. Thus one craves what by seeing one has in fact not seen.
And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.
Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.
Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.
Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.
...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.
Physics depends on a universe infinitely centred on an equals sign.
The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.
Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful.
I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.
My dear girl, is it that you are so lonely that you had to create this?
Of course real horror does not depend upon the melodrama of shadows or even the conspiracies of night.
Some people reflect lightSome deflect itYou by some miracleSeem to collect it
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.
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. It’s probably not even real.
Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say.Of course those who write short books have even less to say.