bones

“But listen, devils never drive humanity to extinction. Why? Because if people cease to exist, so do devils.”
― Kōji Suzuki, Ring

“Sleep felt productive. Something was getting sorted out. I knew in my heart—this was, perhaps, the only thing my heart knew back then—that when I'd slept enough, I'd be okay. I'd be renewed, reborn. I would be a whole new person, every one of my cells regenerated enough times that the old cells were just distant, foggy memories. My past life would be but a dream, and I could start over without regrets, bolstered by the bliss and serenity that I would have accumulated in my year of rest and relaxation.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“Tiring because he felt prematurely the weight of carrying how stupidly fucking sad this was for the rest of his days.”
― Brian McGreevy, Hemlock Grove

“And it made me hurt inside of my bones with sadness. Because in a life that is long and well lived there are sorrows and darkest doldrums that cannot be understood by those who live day to day like it could be any other.”
― Brian McGreevy, Hemlock Grove