Neil Gaiman
- Excerpt from "The Graveyard Book"
"All must dance the Macabray," said Bod, remembering. "Have you danced it? What kind of dance is it?" His guardian looked at him with eyes like black pools and said, "I do not know. I know many things, Bod, for I have been walking this earth at night for a very long time, but I do not know what it is like to dance the Macabray. You must be alive or you must be dead to dance it - and I am neither."
Charles Dickens
- Love Her
Far into the night, Miss Havisham's words, 'Love her, love her, love her!' sounded in my ears. I adapted them for my own repetition, and said to my pillow, 'I love her, I love her, I love her!' hundreds of times. Then, a burst of gratitude came upon me, that she should be destined for me, once the blacksmith's boy.
Neil Peart and Geddy Lee (Rush)
- Anagram (For Mongo)
There is no safe seat at the feast. Take your best stab at the beast. The night is turning thin. The saint is turning to sin. Reasoning is partly insane. Image just an eyeless game. The night is turning thin. The saint is turning to sin.
New Girl
- Models S2E05
You gave me cookie, I gave you a cookie. You gave me a cookie, I gave you a cookie. Gave me cooke, got you cookie! You gave me a cookie, I got you a cookie, man! Gave me cookie, got you cookie! We're even! We're even, Schmidt!
Tori :)
- Keep trying
The grass isn't always greener on the other side. Things won't always get better if you don't try. You will only get somewhere if you try. So, keep trying, kiddos.
L.R. Knost
- Generational Gift
The ultimate gift we can give the world is to grow our tiny humans into adult humans who are independent thinkers, compassionate doers, conscious questioners, radical innovators, and passionate peacemakers. Our world doesn't need more adults who blindly serve the powerful because they've been trained to obey authority without question. Our world needs more adults who question and challenge and hold the powerful accountable.
H. P. Lovecraft
- Excerpt from "The Festival"
Out of the unimaginable blackness beyond the gangrenous glare of that cold flame, out of the Tartarean leagues through which that oily river rolled uncanny, unheard, and unsuspected, there flopped rhythmically a horde of tame, trained, hybrid winged things that no sound eye could ever wholly grasp, nor sound brain ever wholly remember. They were not altogether crows, nor moles, nor buzzards, nor ants, nor vampire bats, nor decomposed human beings; but something I cannot and must not recall.
Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
- Angry Zuko
For so long, I thought that if my dad accepted me, I'd be happy. I'm back home now. My dad talks to me. He even thinks I'm a hero. Everything should be perfect, right? I should be happy now, but I'm not. I'm angrier than ever and I don't know why!
Anonymous
- From Zero
Early in my childhood, something happened to me, something terrible. Now, it's been years since then, and I feel that I've been wasting all my time trying to pick up the pieces and rebuild who I once was. Only now am I realizing that maybe it'll never be the same. Maybe, no matter how hard I try, I'll never be satisfied with myself. Indeed, I fell into a hole and thought I had fallen the lowest you could go, but I kept on falling deeper. I think I have to start over... start over from zero.
me, I think
- Sculptor quote
"A sculptor may strike a stone a thousand times before revealing the sculpture." A long time ago, I heard this quote from somewhere and used it to motivate myself for many of the things I have accomplished. I decided that I should post this quote on this website so that maybe someone else can benefit from it too. However, when I looked this quote up to credit the author, I could not find the original quote. So until I find the original author of the quote, I guess I will take credit for it.
Someone who's always tired.
- It's Getting Rather Late, No?
It's getting rather late, no? I mean, the sun has disappeared out of view for our simple human eyes. The crickets start to chirp, and the birds disappear and stop singing. A slight breeze comes, while we cuddle under blankets. Yawns come out of mouths instead of words, and eyes start to droop. I think it's rather late. Goodnight world, especially you.
Anonymous
- Milgram and Morality
Based on what we learned in the Milgram experiment, nothing turns a person into a sociopath quite like having a job and a boss to give orders and take responsibility. Morality dictates when to use violence. Morality is it's own kind of violence.
Ray Bradbury
- Prologue to "Something Wicked This Way Comes"
But one strange wild dark long year, Halloween came early. One year Halloween came on October 24, three hours after midnight. At that time, James Nightshade of 97 Oak Street was thirteen years, eleven months, twenty-three days old. Next door, William Halloway was thirteen years, eleven months and twenty-four days old. Both touched toward fourteen; it almost trembled in their hands. And that was the October week when they grew up overnight, and were never so young any more...
Pete Seeger
- A Song
Songs are funny things. They can slip across borders. Proliferate in prisons. Penetrate hard shells. I always believed that the right song at the right moment could change history.
Slowtyper237
- Meat Mountain
It was three hours past midnight when the words Meat Mountain gripped me, the fetus of a twisted mind. Bread, lettuce, beef, chicken, beef - all together in a manic crescendo of processed meats. When I was done, I wept. God would not forgive me.
Ze'car RIcky Alejandro
- Two of a Kind
Moving through the brightly lit room, disturbing fluorescent lights beaming down on him. Ricky looked at Alejandro walking next to him, a rifle leaning onto his shoulder, the muzzle pointing towards the air. Alejandro side-eyed him "Don't lose focus again." Ricky nodded, holding onto his pistol. The pair have been walking for hours, unsure how to escape where they are. This dystopian world disturbed them both ever since they woke up here. They know they must stick together to escape if they can.
CynthiaSusan
- Two of a Kind
Cynthia stares up at the bright blue sky, the sun casting a warm glow onto her face. The peaceful atmosphere, a drastic contrast to the sinking feeling in her gut. Ten seconds more is all she had, then it would be back to the basement. She stares at the stopwatch counting down its final few seconds, three, two, one. Josue walks out to Cynthia, grabbing her arm roughly and dragging her back inside his house. Cynthia didn't mind though, whatever he did to her was fine. They were two of a kind.
D’rorah
- The Fall of the Berlin Wall
We arrived in West Berlin! It was as if in a trance. It was so unreal. Maybe I just protected myself from getting too emotional. Old people fell to their knees and cried, thanking God that they could witness this in their lifetime. People hugged us, kissed us, laughed, and cried. Everyone wanted to give you something or do something for you. One young man asked us if it was the first time we were in West Berlin? We answered him, "Yes, for sure!" Then he said, "Come, I will show you the city."
Ray Bradbury
- From "Dandelion Wine"
Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in.
Doodle
- Procrastination
I hate having the internal ambition to complete all my work and daily tasks just to have no energy to do so. As time goes on and the day begins to fade into the night, the anxiety starts to build and build and build until suddenly, I am faced with the reality that I have accomplished nothing. Now, I have a tomorrow that seems impossible to conquer, yet I continue procrastinating as if I have nothing better to do.
