Oct 11, 2025
"I remember that perseverance is just masochism. It's not enough to stop me, though." Lucky Day by Chuck Tingle, page 128
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"I remember that perseverance is just masochism. It's not enough to stop me, though." Lucky Day by Chuck Tingle, page 128
Quien quiere celeste, que le cueste.
All the Crooked Saints, by Maggie Stiefvater
"I'm just afraid I've never accepted that my life is never going to be the same again. That every year, it's a little worse than the last, and not because of anything I did, but because of bad luck that makes it harder and harder to deal with things. That things are on the decline. That things are decaying. That I'm decaying. And--the lights are going on and off. I swear to God, it feels haunted here." Dead Collections by Isaac Feldman, page 167
"Nostalgia is different from a good memory." Dead Collections by Isaac Feldman, page 142
"What we do when we can't wait anymore, and the waiting has caused such distress, such static electricity in the limbs, sand in the blood and sandpaper in the joints, that we act without control and without sense." Dead Collections by Isaac Feldman, page 25
A desert is a lot like an ocean, if you replace all the water with air. It stretches out and out and out in unfathomable distance and, in the absence of sunlight, turns to pure black. Sounds become secrets, impossible to verify as true until the light returns. It is not empty merely because you cannot see all of it. And you know in your heart that it isn't--that it is the opposite of empty once it is dark, because things that do not like to be watched emerge when all the light is gone. There is no way to know the shape of them, though, until your hand is on them.
All the Crooked Saints, by Maggie Stiefvater
Fear and rage are not very different, when you think about it, two hungry animals that hunt the same prey--emotion--and hide from the same predator--logic.
All the Crooked Saints, by Maggie Stiefvater
Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.
Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic by Alison Bechdel, page 228