Mark Z. Danielewski

“Known some call is air am.”

— Mark Z. Danielewski

I'm not independently wealthy.

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“This is not for you.”

— Mark Z. Danielewski

We all create stories to protect ourselves.

— Mark Z. Danielewski

No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

— Mark Z. Danielewski

Who has never killed an hour? ...

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“It's too annoying. Too me.”

— Mark Z. Danielewski

I must read. I must read. I must read.

— Mark Z. Danielewski

I'm a big believer in big books, and that doesn't necessarily mean long books.

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“My dear girl, is it that you are so lonely that you had to create this?”

— Mark Z. Danielewski

The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours.

— Mark Z. Danielewski

This great blue world of ours is but a house of leaves, moments before the wind.

— Mark Z. Danielewski

Knowledge is hot water on wool. It shrinks time and space.

— Mark Z. Danielewski

No gunfire, famine, or flies. Just lots of toothpaste, gardening and people stuff.

— Mark Z. Danielewski

Have no fear, you will find your way. It's in your bones. It's in your soul.

— Mark Z. Danielewski

Sublime is something you choke on after a shot of tequila.

— Mark Z. Danielewski

...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

My interest is in how meaning is communicated via language, and I believe the shape, positioning, even the color of the language…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“It is understood that the world does not want to be understood. The world would not be this world if it did.”

— Mark Z. Danielewski

Here then - the after math of meaning. A liftime finished between the space of two frames.

— Mark Z. Danielewski

Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza. [ ] but his stanza is not completely empty [ * ]

— Mark Z. Danielewski

Anger is one way to respond to fear. I say one way because responses are categorically multiple.

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“Look to the sky, look to yourself and remember: we are only God’s echoes and God is Narcissus.”

— Mark Z. Danielewski

Literature is capable of being a subject that people want to catch up on or discuss, whether at a coffee shop or…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

Heart may still be the fire in hearth but I'm suddenly too cold to continue, and besides, there's no hearth here anyway…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“The paramedics said there was nothing unusual, just the way it goes, eighty some years and the inevitable kerplunk, the system goes…

— 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…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“Your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“Both pieces are similar in one way:what one could believe, one doubts. Nicoise because one depends upon the moral sense of the…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“Which in the gray of gentler eyes will prove far more than any of us could ever need; 'enough' we will shout,…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“I've wandered as far west as I can go. Sitting now on the sand, I watch the sun blur into an aftermath.…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“devouring their dark lips, dark with wine and fleeting love, an ancient memory love had promised but finally never gave, until there…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“There once was a poor man who walked around without shoes. His feet were covered in calluses. One day a rich man…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“I went outside. Tried taking in the billions of stars above, lingering long enough to allow each point of light the chance…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“How much [vastly {immensely (unfathomably) tremendously}...] Anwar loves [t]his child. It continues to take him by surprise [even when she confounds him…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

“What can I say, I'm a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff which despite the light of…

— Mark Z. Danielewski

You shall be my roots and I will be your shade, though the sun burns my leaves. You shall quench my thirst…

— Mark Z. Danielewski