st. james

“You never learned the secret,” said Roberta. “How to be a crazy motherfucker and get away with it. Everybody else does it. What, you didn’t think they were all sane, did you? Not a one of them. They’re all crazier than you and me put together. They just know how to fake it. You could too, but you’ve chosen to torture all of us instead. That’s the definition of evil right there: not faking it like everybody else. Because all of us crazy fuckers can’t stand it when someone else lets their crazy show. It’s like bugs under the skin. We have to destroy you. It’s nothing personal.”
― Charlie Jane Anders, All the Birds in the Sky

“Нi! я жива! Я буду вiчно жити! Я в серцi маю те, що не вмирає.”
― Леся Українка, Лісова пісня

“I suspect that fright, like pain, is one of those things that slip our minds once they have passed. What I do remember is a feeling I'd had before when I was down here, especially when I was walking this road by myself. It was a sense that reality is thin. I think it is thin, you know, thin as lake ice after a thaw, and we fill our lives with noise and light and motion to hide that thinness from ourselves.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“It was as if the heart had been burned out of her and the sadness which remained was just another ghost, the memory of love haunting the bones of hate.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones