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.
Mark Z. DanielewskiHouse 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.
Mark Z. Danielewski...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.
Mark Z. DanielewskiNot all complex problems have easy solutions; so says science (so warns science.)
Mark Z. DanielewskiExplanation is not half as strong as experience but experience is not half as strong as experience and understanding
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