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“There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.”
― Ana茂s Nin, House of Incest

“Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

“I walked into my own book, seeking peace.
It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.”
― Ana茂s Nin, House of Incest

“I bought salvation from a man on the street. He said, "Go down to the beach and let the waves wash your feet.”
― Gabriel Rheaume

“Gregor鈥檚 serious wound, from which he suffered for over a month - the apple remained imbedded in his flesh as a visible souvenir since no one dared to remove it - seemed to have reminded even his father that Gregor was a member of the family, in spite of his present pathetic and repulsive shape, who could not be treated as an enemy; that, on the contrary, it was the commandment of the family duty to swallow their disgust and endure him, endure him and nothing more.”
― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

“I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.”
― Amanda Mosher, Better to be able to love than to be loveable

“Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

“The call from Momma was like a bullet piercing my Washington bubble. Janice had been on short trip with her baby daughter locked safely in a car seat in the back. The baby was fussy and, as Janice reached back to grab her daughter鈥檚 pacifier that had fallen, another vehicle had blindsided her car. She survived it but her baby girl didn鈥檛.”
― Karen Hinton, Penis Politics: A Memoir of Women, Men and Power

“鈥 was finding that reporting the news wasn't enough. I wanted to be more than just a paid observer. I wanted to be in the fight. I got my chance.”
― Karen Hinton, Penis Politics: A Memoir of Women, Men and Power

“someone was singing
and he was alone.
for us, you wrote yourself
in small letters
so we wouldn鈥檛 know.

from the bitterness of blood,
from the nights of the eagles,
that music began,
but we couldn鈥檛 hear it.

the grapes are calling
their wine,
the stranger. (...)”
― Monica Laura Rapeanu, Orbul de la Cin膬

“These cities grew in approximately the same places as our cities do now, however different the shape of the continents was. There was even a New York that in some way resembled the New York familiar to all of you, but was much newer, or, rather, more awash with new products, new toothbrushes, a New York with its own Manhattan that stretched out dense with skyscrapers gleaming like the nylon bristles of a brand-new toothbrush.”
― Italo Calvino

“wait for me in a song!
if you鈥檝e come to dinner,
release your dogs,
pour the wine into the sky,
for all the longing ghosts
of the grapes (...)”
― Monica Laura Rapeanu, Orbul de la Cin膬

“a葯teapt膬-m膬 c芒nt芒nd!
dac膬-ai venit la cin膬
dezleag膬-葲i c芒inii to葲i
r膬stoarn膬-l 卯n cer vinul
pentru stihiile albe
ale strugurilor (...)”
― Monica Laura Rapeanu, Orbul de la Cin膬

“cu 卯mb膬tr芒nirea ta
m膬 aduni
葯i m膬 la葯i s膬 curg
卯n mai t芒rziul cuvintelor
ca 卯ntr-o balad膬 cu haiduci
se va vorbi 卯n alt膬 limb膬
totu葯i omul-abia-om
pe care va trebui s膬-l plimb
printre culori s膬 vad膬,
pe el nu-l voi d膬rui
苍颈肠颈辞诲补迟膬.&谤诲辩耻辞;
― Monica Laura Rapeanu, Orbul de la Cin膬

“A Harvey Nicks chick with throwaway morals and a trustfund appetite.”
― Saira Viola, Slide, a Modern Satire on the Excess of Greed

“One, two, three / Buckle my shoe.”
― Robert Benchley

“A lost bird appeared in the court and was half an hour jumping around between the spikenard. It sang a progressive note, rising an octave at a time, until it became so acute that it was necessary to imagine it.”
― Gabriel Garc铆a M谩rquez, In Evil Hour

“This is Lilly Heaven saying good night, and to all a very good night. Good night everybody. Here's wishing you pleasant dreams. Sleep tight. From all of us to all of you, a warm good night. And now we must, I'm afraid, say "good night." Good night, ladies and gentlemen, and good night. Thanks a lot and God bless you. This is Lilly signing off and wishing all of you out there from all of us in here the very best possible good night. I can only hope that you enjoyed watching us as much as we enjoyed being here. Good night. Pleasant dreams. Sleep tight. It's been wonderful being with you, and I hope you'll invite us into your living room again tomorrow night. From the actors and myself, from the staff here, I want to wish you all the best possible night and day before we meet again. It's been wonderful being with you. It's been truly grand. I only wish we could go on but I'm afraid our time is up, and so this is your Lily saying good night to you. Pleasant dreams. Good night all. Good night to you all. Good night to all of you. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. To all of you out there from all of us here good night. And pleasant dreams till we meet again. Good night to you all. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night.”
― Jean-Claude van Itallie, War and Four Other Plays - Acting Edition

“Bunnu was no amateur when it came to escape. And even in his drowsiest moments, he understood implicitly that to forget his circumstances, even for a short while, meant first to forget himself. Who he was and why he was鈥攖o strip it all bare and start from scratch, as it were. In his nearly 250 years of life and, now, as an old emaciated man completely estranged from his family and closest friends鈥攁lbeit more by circumstance than by choice鈥攈e understood the importance of this process and revered it, for there were far greater things to be done and achieved in the dark, uncertain areas of existence than in those circumscribed鈥攁nd thereby strained鈥攂y comprehensibility.”
― Ashim Shanker, Only the Deplorable

“Uma 苍锚蝉辫别谤补
estava na cama
deitada
muito calada
a ver
o que acontecia

chegou a Velha
e disse
olha uma 苍锚蝉辫别谤补
e z谩s comeu-a

茅 o que acontece
脿s 苍锚蝉辫别谤补s
que ficam deitadas
caladas
a esperar
o que acontece.”
― M谩rio Henrique Leiria, Novos Contos do Gin

“At its core, The story is a simple one. For ages humans gave birth to humans and animals to animals. Then one day a woman in La Crosse, Wisconsin, gave birth to a puppy, a Lab-greyhound mix, to be exact. It weighed a pound, they said, though I don鈥檛 suppose that meant much to most of us at the time. It was well known that human newborns weigh around eight pounds, but average folks knew nothing of the birth weight of dogs. Later, after the story had broken and the puppy grew into a twenty-five-pound twelve-week-old, the woman consented to an interview.”
― Pascha Sotolongo, The Only Sound Is the Wind: Stories

“Loudmouth turned his head and pointed at me, with wide eyes that weren鈥檛 ready for an afterlife.”
― Michael F Simpson, Sempiternal

“I stay seated, watch them turn and turn and turn before the fire, which never ceases to burn. I bring his still smoking cigarette to my lips. Drink his whisky, which tastes like an actual bonfire by the North Sea. Watch their souls entangle like squid tentacles. I am horrified. I am mesmerized. I am embarrassed in ways I cannot explain. I am also increasingly drunk and can't stop looking. At the way he looks at her. The way she looks at him. I drink the bonfire he pours and pours for me.”
― Mona Awad

“But one thing he did know. They were sure going to miss these days when the world and their lives in many cases nearly came to an end.”
― Casey Fisher, The Subtle Cause

“Water carries all the stories. That is why we are made up of water. Our bodies store one continuous story about us, the story of our first ancestors to the present moment.
That is why we carry the battle of the dark and the light.”
― Suzy Valtsioti, Lyra's Kitchen: A Culinary Chronicle of Simmering Secrets

“Out to one side of the group, Alice was not paying attention to any of the rest of them. She was forging her own path, present in body but mentally alone in a deep, dark wood.”
― Fiona Barnett

“Life is surreal and then it gets weird.”
― Julieanne O'Connor

“The Storms of Chattering Monkeys. These disruptions of high-gust winds and whirling word water were known in the DuBois household as a rare occurrence but typical nonetheless.”
― Sosanni Valtsioti, Ink Shattered Reality: a gothic tale

“Carnal Carnival Mirror by Stewart Stafford

In a stalker's heckle, a conjoined choice;
Dead end track or a charlatan voice?
Life's a twisted, poised inquisitor,
With a human stopgap answer visitor.

Blank slates skimmed in stony throe,
Viscous channels tempt furlough,
Wrecks of the wild and sentient sea,
Begging a craven harbour's charity.

Hear the liar's mantra chant;
That siren's song will gallivant;
Gossip's billow finds our sails;
Cohesion falters, verity bewails.

Hypocrites don suits they see fit,
Self-fulfilling phallusies they commit.
Our rulers shame, an unmasked brute,
Leaves fall down from prophecy's youth.

漏 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Vortex of Delusion(s) by Stewart Stafford

Canary in the coal mine,
Freedom's oxygen dwindles,
The zeitgeist is a poltergeist,
Truthers prosecution swindles.

False prophets on Preacher's Corner,
Backward backslide, upside down,
All bets are off for mere existence;
Wrong is right in New Salem town.

Google maps an accident blackspot,
An end times last laugh foretold,
Mind custard for sanity crumble,
Our fractured future, now foresold.

漏 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford