“Imagination transforms one substance into another. It changes what is into what might be, what was into what might have been. Straw becomes gold, gold straw, and neither is more real nor, I submit, more precious than the other. Pebbles… — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
For so long I have lived on the edge of an invisible world. Sometimes I feel like the scattered debris left over after the personality has fallen out of the sky. — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
I was never very good with either my hands or feet. It always seemed to me they'd just been stuck on as an afterthought… — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
For most of my life I've been a listener. At least in the beginning, I think the reason I listened so intently was to… — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
“Imagination transforms one substance into another. It changes what is into what might be, what was into what might have been. Straw becomes gold,… — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
“Everything is dangerous. Even in your dreams. Even if you sleep without dreams. From the moment you jump out of bed and take that… — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
The world is full of horror. Our imaginations struggle to keep up. It would be a poor life without imagining. I’m not sure we… — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
If you love someone, they leave you. But if you don't love someone, they leave you, too. So your choice isn't between loving and… — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
“Obviously. It seems to be in the nature of adulthood that we venerate the past, grieve its obsolescence, and even live there in the… — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I wait at the bottom of those dark stairs, I sit at the bottom of the stairs, I wait beyond the bottom of… — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
“I would have imagined that to be unimaginable. Sometimes I still do.” — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
“A life was a secret thing, even between a husband and wife. Your secret life was completely your own, and because it was unknown,… — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
For so long I have lived on the edge of an invisible world. Sometimes I feel like the scattered debris left over after the… — Steve Rasnic Tem Copy Share Image
