Alfonso Cárdenas

“Imagine trying to hold the tail of a comet as it blazes across the heavens. It’s burning your hands, eating you up, but there’s no malice in it; a comet can’t possibly know or care about you. You will sacrifice all you are or ever will be for that comet because it suffuses every inch of your skin with a sweet itch you cannot catch, and through its grace you discover velocities you never dreamt possible.”
― Craig Davidson, The Saturday Night Ghost Club

“On the morning of the exorcism, I stayed home from school.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“Some days simply lay on you like stones.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

“Someday I’ll wake up and it’ll be like my life’s already over, because it’ll be dozens of years from now already and I’m still the same. Sets of mirrors facing each other, expanding space and me and every moment I’ve been here. Nobody knows me, because I haven’t left anything for them, and I can’t stand to look half of them in the eye.”
― B.R. Yeager, Negative Space