Knowledge is hot water on wool. It shrinks time and space.

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.

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.

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.

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

Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful.

...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.