The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many. Mark Z. Danielewski More Quotes by Mark Z. Danielewski More Quotes From Mark Z. Danielewski So often I wonder whether it is my right to capitalize, as I feel, so often, on the grief of others. But then I justify, in my own particular thoughts, by feeling that I can contribute a little to the understanding of what others are going through; then there is reason for doing it. Mark Z. Danielewski understandinggrieffeelings House of Leaves is certainly about the unsettling nature of fear - and it was my aim to address that - but its also about recovering from fear. Mark Z. Danielewski aimaddresseshouse We all create stories to protect ourselves. Mark Z. Danielewski house-of-leavesprotectstories Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury. Mark Z. Danielewski scarsurvivalpain Heart may still be the fire in hearth but I'm suddenly too cold to continue, and besides, there's no hearth here anyway and it's the end of June. Thursday. Almost noon. And all the buttons on my corduroy coat are gone. I don't know why. I'm sorry Hailey. I don't know what to do. Mark Z. Danielewski firesorryheart This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind. Mark Z. Danielewski housebluewind Everyone loves the Dream but I kill it. Mark Z. Danielewski one-lovedream Even the brightest magnesium flare can do little against such dark except blind the eyes of the one holding it. Thus one craves what by seeing one has in fact not seen. Mark Z. Danielewski eyedarklittles Write what you love. Love will hold you through the hard times and hold the world during the good times. Mark Z. Danielewski hard-timeswritingworld People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pain communicated in the vague language of sex. Mark Z. Danielewski painwritingsex He [Zampano] probably would of insisted on corrections and edits, he was his own harshest critic, but I've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angels of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a very old soul. A very old riddle. Mark Z. Danielewski sacrificeangelbelieve Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it. Mark Z. Danielewski lightlovepeople I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum’thing has always been and always will be you. Mark Z. Danielewski eveningwalksmorning Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was "So?" The boat's gone. "So?" Your mate's dead. "So?" Hey at least you're alive. "So?" An awful word but it does harden you. It hardened me. Mark Z. Danielewski drunkgonedoe Through all the windows I only see infinity. Mark Z. Danielewski infinitywindow No gunfire, famine, or flies. Just lots of toothpaste, gardening and people stuff. Mark Z. Danielewski gardeningstuffpeople You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did. Mark Z. Danielewski scaredcauseswish Why did god create a dual universe? So he might say ‘Be not like me. I am alone.' And it might be heard. Mark Z. Danielewski like-meheardmight I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares. Mark Z. Danielewski nightmareusedfacts Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza. [ ] but his stanza is not completely empty [ * ] Mark Z. Danielewski emptywings
