Chante

“You will not be remembered if you die now. You will be buried and mourned by a few, and what more can you ask for. But you feel so tremendously alone, because you fear that your blood is not strong or good and your friends are few and embattled too. But so what. That is the answer. So what so what so what so what so what so what so what. The world will spiral out from underneath you, and you will find nothing to hold on to because you are either too smart or too dumb to find God, and because what the fuck will Camus ever do for you? Just ideas. You are not an artist, you will not leave something behind. Maybe you are angry only because the way out is through love and you are horny and lonely. And she’s dead, of course. Maybe this is the way it is for everybody, only you are weaker, or less lucky, or have seen something they all have not. You have seen that before you lies a great stretch of road, and it is windswept or blasted by the hot sun or covered in snow, or it is dirt or concrete or shrouded in darkness or bright and clear so you have to squint, but no matter what, it is utterly empty.”
― Nick McDonell, Twelve

“The world will spiral out from underneath you, and you will find nothing to hold on to because you are either too smart or too dumb to find God…”
― Nick McDonell, Twelve

“You can't live in dread of something for long without beginning to crave it.”
― Glen Duncan, The Last Werewolf

“Other boys were happy enough to enjoy the show, they just wanted to be entertained in the body's shadow theater.”
― Janet Fitch, Paint it Black