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.
Keep true to the rare music in your heart, to the marvelous and unique form that is and shall always be nothing else but you. Keep to that and you ca… - Mark Z. Danielewski
Keep true to the rare music in your heart, to the marvelous and unique form that is and shall always be nothing else but you. Keep to that and you ca…
- Mark Z. Danielewski
At the heart of any terror is the fear of losing what we find meaningful. - Mark Z. Danielewski
At the heart of any terror is the fear of losing what we find meaningful.
Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passio… - Mark Z. Danielewski
Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passio…
Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing. - Mark Z. Danielewski
Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.
We all create stories to protect ourselves. - Mark Z. Danielewski
We all create stories to protect ourselves.
The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours. - Mark Z. Danielewski
The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours.
My hands resemble some ancient tree: the roots that bind up the earth, the rock and the ceaselessly nibbling wordms. - Mark Z. Danielewski
My hands resemble some ancient tree: the roots that bind up the earth, the rock and the ceaselessly nibbling wordms.
I do not know anything about Art with a capital A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not spe… - Mark Z. Danielewski
I do not know anything about Art with a capital A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not spe…
This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind. - Mark Z. Danielewski
This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.
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