Mark Z. Danielewski Quotes
Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.
Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.
I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real
Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.
Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.
My hands resemble some ancient tree: the roots that bind up the earth, the rock and the ceaselessly nibbling wordms.
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.
This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.
Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury.
And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.
Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.
No gunfire, famine, or flies. Just lots of toothpaste, gardening and people stuff.
Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.
Write what you love. Love will hold you through the hard times and hold the world during the good times.
Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.
Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.
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.
Why did god create a dual universe? So he might say ‘Be not like me. I am alone.' And it might be heard.
...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.
Physics depends on a universe infinitely centred on an equals sign.
The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.
Anger is one way to respond to fear. I say one way because responses are categorically multiple.
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.
Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful.
Not all complex problems have easy solutions; so says science (so warns science.)
Sometimes it's just silent...No sound at all. 'Does that scare you?' Chad nods. 'Why?' asks his father. 'It's like something's waiting.
You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.
Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?
Here then - the after math of meaning. A liftime finished between the space of two frames.
Explanation is not half as strong as experience but experience is not half as strong as experience and understanding
My interest is in how meaning is communicated via language, and I believe the shape, positioning, even the color of the language has an effect on meaning.
What miracle is this? This giant tree. It stands ten thousand feet high But doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands. Its roots must hold the sky.
Absolutely nothing visible to the eye provides a reason for or even evidence of those terrifying shifts which can in a matter of moments reconstitute a simple path into an extremely complicated one.
