Quotes from Mark Z. Danielewski

Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was So? The boat's gone. So? Your mate's dead. So? Hey at least you're alive. So? An awful word but it does harden you. It hardened me.

Not all complex problems have easy solutions; so says science (so warns science.)

she still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes. The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away. Even if there is no sound, the weight of a hundred seconds always turns her head.

I miss you. I love you. There's no second I've lived you can't call your own.

You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.

Have no fear, you will find your way. It's in your bones. it's in your soul.

There is no such thing as the last straw. There is only hay.

I'm all soils west when the Earth lets go. I'm a thousand Julys.

Unoccupied space will never cease to change simply because nothing forbids it to do so.

all I have to do is extend my hand but I can't run that far.

I could see her get all nervous but she was also excited. Nightmares have that quality, don't they?

I live at the end of some interminable corridor which the lucky damned can call hell but which the much unluckier atheists - and your mother heads up that bunch- must simply get used to calling home.

Whenever we roam be beside me. When you're allone. When you go. When no one comes along. And for all we Wander. Encounter and open Allways curl up with me. Give me pain, past and fury. Betray my way. I won't abandon you.-

If not, let me offer you some instruction in at least one area: get thee to a dictionary and be relentless about your visits there.

Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it. Thus one craves what by seeing one has in fact not seen.

My hands resemble some ancient tree: the roots that bind up the earth, the rock and the ceaselessly nibbling wordms.

The thread has snapped. No sound even to mark the breaking let alone the fall. That long anticipated disintegration, when the darkest angel of all, the horror beyond all horrors, sits at last upon my chest, permanently enfolding me in its great covering wings, black as ink, veined in Bees' purple. A creature without a voice. A voice without a name. As immortal as my life. Come here at long last to summon the wind.

This is why classical thought concerning structure could say that the center is, paradoxically, within the structure and outside it. The center is at the center of the totality, and yet, since the center does not belong to the totality (is not part of the totality), the totality has its center elsewhere. The center is not the center.

Since when did you bring a gun? Navidson asks, crouching near the door. Are you kidding me? This place is scary .

for as leaves are to limbs, so are your words to your soul

Heart may still be the fire in hearth but I'm suddenly too cold to continue, and besides, there's no hearth here anyway and it's the end of June. Thursday. Almost noon. And all the buttons on my corduroy coat are gone. I don't know why. I'm sorry Hailey. I don't know what to do.

Mad woman on another tour; Everything she is she spits out on the floor. An old man tells me she's sicker than the rest. God I've never been afraid like this.

Noli me tangere, noli me legere, noli me videre, noli me

Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all. 'Does that scare you?' Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father. 'It's like something's waiting.