The books were a private part of me that I carried inside and guarded and didn't talk to anybody about; as long as I had the books I could convince myself I was different from the others and my life wasn't quite as stupid and pointless.
What happened was simple, even banal: I became naked, died, lost parts of my flesh and most of my ego along with a few illusions such as a belief in … - Macdonald Harris
What happened was simple, even banal: I became naked, died, lost parts of my flesh and most of my ego along with a few illusions such as a belief in …
- Macdonald Harris
The books were a private part of me that I carried inside and guarded and didn't talk to anybody about; as long as I had the books I could convince m… - Macdonald Harris
The books were a private part of me that I carried inside and guarded and didn't talk to anybody about; as long as I had the books I could convince m…
It was a part of myself that was my enemy; I still had a childish illusion that the flesh on my own bones was somehow unique and precious to the univ… - Macdonald Harris
It was a part of myself that was my enemy; I still had a childish illusion that the flesh on my own bones was somehow unique and precious to the univ…
But I know too that if we ever make a world without shadow, if the chemists and scientists and psychologists succeed in abolishing fear, pain, loneli… - Macdonald Harris
But I know too that if we ever make a world without shadow, if the chemists and scientists and psychologists succeed in abolishing fear, pain, loneli…
Who doesn't have a dark place somewhere inside him that comes out sometimes when he's looking in a mirror? Dark and light, we are all made out of sha… - Macdonald Harris
Who doesn't have a dark place somewhere inside him that comes out sometimes when he's looking in a mirror? Dark and light, we are all made out of sha…
The resentment I felt inside was not hatred for being imprisoned or for Victor who had betrayed me but something deeper: a rebellion against the very… - Macdonald Harris
The resentment I felt inside was not hatred for being imprisoned or for Victor who had betrayed me but something deeper: a rebellion against the very…
Alcohol was for people who basically wished to be dead but lacked the courage to kill themselves. - Macdonald Harris
Alcohol was for people who basically wished to be dead but lacked the courage to kill themselves.
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