The thread has snapped. No sound even to mark the breaking let alone the fall. That long anticipated disintegration, when the darkest angel of all, the horror beyond all horrors, sits at last upon my chest, permanently enfolding me in… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
“Her. Her. Her. Future breezes implore me to stay. But I'm no future. I'm no past. Only ever contemporary of this path. I'll sacrifice everything for all her seasons give from losing. She, I sigh from The Mountain top. By her now. My only role. And for that freedom, spread my polar chill, reaching even the warmest times, a warning… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share
Keep true to the rare music in your heart, to the marvelous and unique form that is and shall always be nothing else but… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
“Even up until these final eons of time, we felt we could create anything. We could build ourselves a heaven. But why? We were Heaven already. Only in the very end did we try to build a S.O.U.L. That which would outlast V.E.M., outlast The Verse, outlast death. But it was impossible. Or we were too late. Though still the… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share
I'm a big believer in big books, and that doesn't necessarily mean long books. — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
“the seriousness of emotional deprivation: It is not difficult to understand how children who have suffered from malnutrition or starvation need food and plenty of care in their bodies are to recover so they can go on to lead normal lives. If, however, the starvation is severe enough, the damage will be permanent and they will suffer physical impairments for… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share
The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many. — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
Scientists estimate the universe unfolded from its state of infinite destiny* - a moment commonly referred to as "the big bang" - approximately 1.3-2… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
“- Whenever we roam be beside me. When you're allone. When you go. When no one comes along. And for all we Wander. Encounter and open Allways curl up with me. Give me pain, past and fury. Betray my way. I won't abandon you.-” — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share
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… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
“However, The haven-Slocum Theory also points out that this course is not without risk. An even greater number of people dwelling on The Navidson Record have shown an increase in obsessiveness, insomnia, and incoherence: "Most of those who chose to abandon their interest soon recovered. A few, however, required counseling and in some instances medication and hospitalization. Three cases resulted… — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share
“What can I say? I'm taken; I love how enthralled she remains by this festival of living.” — Mark Z. Danielewski Copy Share Image
