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The prospect of being beset by thousands, millions, of tiny assailants was actually quite terrifying.
It is a fact that cannot be denied: the wickedness of others becomes our own wickedness because it kindles something evil in our own hearts.
The logs groaned, a melancholy note like the hull of an old Spanish galleon buffeted by ocean waves.
His moonlight-glossed eyes were a pair of blown fuses screwed into the fleshless mask of his face.
The moon hung in its western altar like the last melancholy guest at a dinner party, who was too lonely to leave.
His rage was a dark cloud passing over the sun where just moments before the sky had been clear blue.
I know where I’m going, hate it, but can’t change course. This was who I could’ve been if the ball had bounced just a bit differently,
The sea advanced up the shore with a series of minute sucking inhales.
The sickening sweetness hammered him in the face—the air inside a decayed beehive could smell much the same.
“Nobody loves me,” his worm-father sang sadly. Writhing alabaster worms dripped off his lips and into his mouth, thrashing contentedly on the Swiss-cheesed root of his tongue. “Everybody hates me; I’m going to the garden to eat you.”
The only way you’ll ever really know people is to see them in a crisis. People do the worst things to each other, Newton. Just the worst. Friendships,
family, love and brotherhood—toss it all out the window . . .
He’d expected so much more. Some kind of revelation. A sign of the gears that meshed behind the serene fabric of this world—a glimpse of its seething madness. But no. In the end he’d seen only mocking resignation—and, finally, bliss.
The dividing line between genius and insanity is very thin and quite permeable—which is why so many geniuses descend into madness.”
People care too much. They love at all costs. And so they pay the ultimate price.”
(Ariadne
It came down to that flexibility of a person’s mind. An ability to withstand horrors and snap back, like a fresh elastic band. A flinty mind shattered.
“I’m just saying that sometimes the more you care for something, the more damage you do. Not on purpose, right? You end up hurting the things you love just because you’re trying so hard.
