“I have never loved Fortune, even when she seemed most to love me. I never considered her treasures mine, neither her money, nor her office nor her influence. Her theft of these things, therefore. has taken away nothing of my own. Mother, my roof is the stars. My house is human goodness. My body is clothed. My stomach is full. And the thirstier part of me, my soul, drinks gladly from the pool of my books.So much for me. I am just fine.” HumansBookSoulBodyMotherHouseStarsMy OwnTakenInfluenceMinesFineDrinkGoodnessOfficeFortuneTreasureMy SoulStomachPoolRoofTheft Author:Walter Wangerin
“I go to bed, and I wait for sleep as a man might wait for the executioner. I wait for its coming with dread, and my heart beats and my legs tremble, while my whole body shivers beneath the warmth of the bedclothes, until the moment when I suddenly fall asleep, as a man throws himself into a pool of stagnant water in order to drown. I do not feel this perfidious sleep coming over me as I used to, but a sleep which is close to me and watching me, which is going to seize me by the head, to close my eyes and annihilate me.” MenFeelsHeartWholeMomentsBodyMightEyeUsedOrderFallWaitingWaterSleepMy HeartBedBeatsLegsWarmthPoolDreadStagnantShiverHeart BeatExecutionersStagnant Water Book:13 Short Scary Stories: Masterpieces of the greatest writers Source: 13 Short Scary Stories: Masterpieces of the greatest writers