All hoods make not monks.
Doors lead to things and I've never met one I haven't wanted to open.
Quite simply the book and I were meant to be together.
Those who live in memories are never really dead. " The House At Riverton
Round and round the questions flew, until finally I found myself standing at the open door of a bookshop. It’s natural in times of great perplexity, I think, to seek out the familiar, and the high shelves and long rows of neatly lined-up spines were immensely reassuring. Amid the smell of ink and binding, the dusty motes in beams of strained sunlight, the embrace of warm, tranquil air, I felt that I could breathe more easily.
She felt like a fictional character who'd escaped the book in which her creator had carefully and kindly trapped her, taken a pair of scissors to her outline and leaped, free.
In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else.
When it comes to horror there's a strange need to analyze. When "evil children" fad happened, there was The Exorcist and The Other and The Omen. People would say, "What this really means is that Americans don't want to have kids anymore. They feel hostility towards their own children. They feel they're being tied down and dragged down. " In fact, in most cases, what those books are about is nice children who are beset by forces beyond their control.
The future is bought with the present.
When we approach love and creativity with the level of conviction that the powers-that-be in the world today are approaching hatred and destruction, then and only then will we have a chance.
I believe I never knew what the word round meant until I saw Earth from space.