Demetrelli

“Yet the stories moved her. She couldn’t deny it. And they moved her in a way only *true* things could. It wasn’t sentiment that brought tears to her eyes. The stories weren’t sentimental. They were tough, even cruel. No, what made her weep was being reminded of an inner life she’d been so familiar with as a child; a life that was both an escape from, and revenge upon, the pains and frustrations of childhood; a life that was neither mawkish nor unknowing; a life of mind-places - haunted, soaring – that she’d chosen to forget when she’d took up the cause of adulthood.”
― Clive Barker, Weave World

“It's a kind of assault, this constant insistence that we can't be publicly acknowledged. Sometimes an act as simple as a person recognizing you, your bulk, the tangibility of your skin. That can mean everything.”
― Joseph Fink, It Devours!

“Der Wanderer hat das Beste und das Zarteste von allen Genüssen, weil er neben dem Schmecken auch noch das Wissen von der Flüchtigkeit aller Freude hat.”
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume: Betrachtungen und Gedichte

“She was the storm, she was the lightning, she was the adult world with all its power and all its secrets and all its foolish casual cruelty.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane