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The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real. I know that, and I also know that if I'm careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.
The arts are obsessional, and obsession is dangerous. It's like a knife in the mind.
It must be like the wedding guest that stoppeth one of three.
I will not say we defiled the nineteen hundred years man has spent climbing upward from a hunkering and superstitious savage by actually running; but I would be a liar to say that we strolled.
If a kid doesn't get over being afraid of the dark when he's little, he never gets over it.
The dream was always cruelly slow. There was time to see and feel everything. And there was the added horror of reliving events that were moving toward a known conclusion, as helpless as a man strapped into a car going over a cliff.
love is the most pernicious drug of all. Let the romantics debate its existence. Pragmatists accept it and use it.
When a romantic tries to do a good thing and fails, they give him a medal. When a pragmatist succeeds, they wish him in hell.
For some reason that question caused a trickle of fear and he stood up quickly, dusting his fingers.
How could it go on? How unless the God in question approved?
It was the end of the family, although that didn't seem so bad then.
Spring is the only season when nostalgia never seems to turn bitter,
Getting into the elevator he thinks that the word “doctor” becomes a synonym for “man” after a certain degree of proficiency in the trade has been reached, as if it was an expected, provisioned thing that doctors must be cruel and thus attain a special degree of humanity.
He goes home and waits for the phone to ring and wishes he had given her another kiss.