House of Leaves is certainly about the unsettling nature of fear - and it was my aim to address that - but its also about recovering from fear.

No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.

The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.

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

...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 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.