“I come from down south, where vegetation does not know its place. Honeysuckle can work through cracks in your walls and strangle you while you sleep. Kudzu can completely shroud a house and a car parked in the yard in one growing season. Wisteria can lift a building off its foundation, and certain terrifying mints spread so rapidly that just the thought of them on a summer night can make your hair stand on end.” KnowsDoeEndsNightCertainHouseSleepGrowingCarBuildingHairWallSummerSeasonsFoundationSouthSpreadLiftsCracksYardsMintShroudsVegetationSummer NightsYour WallWisteria Author:Bailey White
“During the First World War, I told her, Hitler had been a runner, delivering messages between the German trenches, and he was disgusted by seeing his fellow soldiers visit French brothels. To keep the Aryan bloodlines pure,and prevent the spread of venereal disease, he commissioned an inflatable doll that Nazi troops could take into battle. Hitler himself designed the dolls to have blond hair and large breasts. The Allied firebombing of Dresden destroyed the factory before the dolls could ever go into wide distribution.” WorldFirstsWarSeeingHairBattlePureDiseaseMessagesFellowsSoldierSpreadWideDestroyedWar Of The WorldsBreastsFactoriesWorld War ITroopsNaziRunnersDistributionDollsDeliveringTrenchesDisgustedDresdenFirst World WarBrothelsBloodlineFellow Soldiers Author:Chuck Palahniuk
“He stood up straight and looked the world squarely in the fields and hills. To add weight to his words he stuck the rabbit bone in his hair. He spread his arm out wide. "I will go mad!" he annouced.” WorldFieldsHairArmsWeightMadAddSpreadBonesWideStuckHillsRabbitsStood Up Book:The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: The Trilogy of Five Source: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: The Trilogy of Five
“The temptation is to stay inside; to subside into the kind of recluse whom neighborhood children regard with derision and little awe; to let the hedges and weeds grow up, to allow the doors to rust shut, to lie on my bed in some gown-shaped garment and let my hair lengthens and spread out over the pillow and my fingernails to sprout into claws, while candle wax drips onto the carpet. But long ago I made a choice between classicism and romanticism. I prefer to be upright and contained—an urn in daylight.” KindChildrenLittlesLongMadeLyingChoicesGrowsGrowing UpDoorsHairBedRegardSpreadTemptationAweNeighborhoodWeedCandleLong AgoCarpetPillowGarmentsRomanticismDaylightClawsRustGownsSproutsFingernailsRecluseDerisionClassicism Author:Margaret Atwood