She's a dwelling place for demons. She's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings. Fallen now is Babylon the Great. "Beast And The Harlot" - Avenged Sevenfold
OCTOBER COUNTRY...that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights lingers, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain... ~ "The October Country" by Ray Bradbury
"If you hide your ignorance, no one will hit you and you'll never learn." ~ "Fahrenheit 451" by Ray Bradbury
"If thee thy brittle beauty so deceives, Know then the thing that swells thee is thy bane; For the same beauty doth, in bloody leaves, The sentence of thy early death contain." - A Rose, Richard Fanshawe
"He drew a circle that shut me out Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout But love and I had the wit to win We drew a circle that took him in." - Edwin Markham
"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 angles of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a very old soul. A very old riddle." ~ "House of Leaves", pg.31, by Mark Z. Danielewski.
"Cricket! cricket! (I cried) You are my lover Now I am walking path by alone, but I am not lonely with you." - Leonard Cohen.
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. ~ "Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost
The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. ~ "Dover Beach" by Matthew Arnold
"What are you writing?" "A novel." "What's the story?" "There's no story. It's just...people, gestures, moments, bits of rapture, fleeting emotions. In short, the greatest stories ever told." "Are you in the story?" "I don't think so." ~ A Waking Life
"If you never knew hunger If you couldn’t feel pain If living was endless And dying a game Could you give it away Deny yourself bliss Would you sacrifice everything For a single kiss?"
"I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury, fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils." ~Euripides
"If there is something to desire" If there is something to desire, there will be something to regret. If there is something to regret, there will be something to recall. If there is something to recall, there was nothing to regret. If there was nothing to regret, there was nothing to desire." -- Vera Pavlova (b. 1963), Translated from the Russian by Steven Seymour.