“I suddenly dreamt that I picked up the revolver and aimed it straight at my heart my heart, and not my head; and I had determined beforehand to fire at my head, at my right temple. After aiming at my chest I waited a second or two, and suddenly my candle , my table, and the wall in front of me began moving and heaving. I made haste to pull the trigger.” HeartMadeTwoMovingFireFrontsWallMy HeartTablesDeterminedTemplesChestsCandleTriggersHasteRevolver Book:Short stories Source: Short stories
“I felt that I could swim for miles, out into the ocean: a desire for freedom, an impulse to move, tugged at me as though it were a thread fastened to my chest. It was an impulse I knew well, and I had learned that it was not the summons from a larger world I used to believe it to be. It was simply a desire to escape from what I had.” WorldBelieveWellsMovingUsedDesireFeltOceanMilesImpulseSwimChestsThread Book:Outline Source: Outline