“It's a physical urge, huger and stronger than thirst or sex. Halfway back on the left side of my head there is a spot that yearns, that longs, that pleads for the jolt of a bullet. I want that rage, that fire, that final empty rip. I want to be let out of this dark cavern, to open myself up to the ease of not-living. I am tired of sorrow and struggle and worry. ... I want to turn out the last light.” WantLightLastsTurnsLeftSexSidesDarkWorryStruggleFireSorrowEmptyStrongerTiredFinalsRageSpotsEaseUrgesBulletsThirstSuicidalHalfwayRipCaverns Author:Jean Hegland
“I walk into a large white room. It's a dance studio in midtown Manhattan. The room is clean, virtually spotless if you don’t count the thousands of skid marks and footprints left there by dancers rehearsing. Other than the mirrors, the boom box, the skid marks, and me, the room is empty.” IfsLeftWhiteWalksRoomsEmptyMarkMirrorsCleanBoxesStudiosDancerManhattanFootprintRehearsing Book:The Creative Habit: Learn It and Use It for Life Source: The Creative Habit: Learn It and Use It for Life
“He who sups with the devil had better have a long spoon. The devilry of modernity has its own magic: The [believer] who sups with it will find his spoon getting shorter and shorter--until that last supper in which he is left alone at the table, with no spoon at all and with an empty plate. The devil, one may guess, will by then have gone away to more interesting company.” MayLongLastsLeftInterestingCompanyGoneMagicDevilEmptyTablesBelieverPlatesModernitySpoonsLeft AloneSupperGone AwayLast Supper Author:Peter L. Berger