Quotes from Mark Z. Danielewski

For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how.

Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.

Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.

Why did god create a dual universe? So he might say 'Be not like me. I am alone.' And it might be heard.

I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum'thing has always been and always will be you. I miss you.

Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.

and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.

Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.

What miracle is this? This giant tree. It stands ten thousand feet high But doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands. Its roots must hold the sky.

Youth always tries to fill the void, an old man learns to live with it.

Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.

And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.

What can I say, I'm a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff which despite the light of progress and all that, still vanishes every day like shadows at noon, goings unheralded, passings unmourned, well, you get the drift. As a counselor once told me -a counselor for Disaffected Yought, I might add: "You like that crap because it reminds you of you." Couldn't of said it better or put it more bluntly. Don't even disagree with it either.

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real