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“I don't necessarily love rotting bodies, but there's a texture to a rotting body that is unbelievable. Have you ever seen a little rotted animal? I love looking at those things, just as much as I like to look at a close-up of some tree bark, or a small bug, or a cup of coffee, or a piece of pie. You get in close and the textures are wonderful.”
― David Lynch, Catching the Big Fish: Meditation, Consciousness, and Creativity

“Sometimes it is not right to wait for the right train. Take any train instead of rotting at the station! In other words, be realistic!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The sugar the ice on planets and stars
The romance of the evening
Coated in ice from your dead flesh
Already rotting from within”
― Dorothea Lasky, Rome: Poems

“The Goth boy stares at me, and I give him a what-are-you-looking-at stare right back.

“I’m dead,� he says in a dull monotone.

“Pardon me?� Adriana asks, but he keeps staring at me.

“You’re dead, too. Look at your veins. They’re blue.� He points at my forearms where dark veins run their lengths. “You’re rotting like me.�

I glance to Adriana, hands clasped and praying that she won’t leave me here.

Adriana’s stopped crying now and squints at the boy before standing to pull closed the curtain that rings my cot. “Crazy,� she says with an uncertain smile. “You’re not rotting.�

. . . ninety-nine, one hundred . “No,â€� I reply. “But I will if you leave me here.”
― Michael F. Stewart, Counting Wolves

“If you feel that you are rotting in a port, nothing can make you happy other than leaving that port and sailing to new ports!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Her scent was potent. An overpowering mix of wet leaves, fallen branches, forest fungus.
"No," I breathed.
It wasn't only fallen leaves; it was the undertone of autumn. The ground, cold and near death.
Rotting.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries