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Two kisses in one kiss was all it took, a comfort, a warmth, perhaps temporary, perhaps false, but reassuring nonetheless, and mine, and theirs, ours, all three of us giggling, insane giggles and laughter with still more kisses on the way, and I remember a brief instant then, out of the blue, when I suddenly glimpsed my own father, a rare but oddly peaceful recollection, as if he actually approved of my play in the way he himself had always..
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sex
joy
single-sentence
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One forgets that one is one. I must try to remember this.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if j..
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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I do not know anything about Art with a capital A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.
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artist
creativity
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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309a79f
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Beautiful women are always drawn to men they think will keep them beautiful.
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men
women
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life's big. If you can't fix it, give it a spin.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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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. It's probably not even real.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Because the enormous narcissism of their parents deprived Will and Tom of suitable role models, both brothers learned to identify with absence. Consequently, even if something beneficial fortuitously entered their lives they immediately treated it as temporary. By the time they were teenagers they were already accustomed to a discontinuous lifestyle marked by constant threats of abandonment and the lack of any emotional stability. Unfortuna..
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damaged
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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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.
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Mark Z Danielewski |
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Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza. [ ] but his stanza is not completely
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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the finest act of seeing is necessarily always the act of not seeing something else.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Here then - the after math of meaning. A liftime finished between the space of two frames.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay.
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light
depression
desperation
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Stories heard but not recalled. Letters too. Words filling my head. Fragmenting like artillery shells. Shrapnel, like syllables, flying everywhere. Terrible syllables. Sharp cracked. Traveling at murderous speed. Tearing through it all in a very, very bad inreparable way.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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My dear girl, is it that you are so lonely that you had to create this?
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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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.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Darkness is impossible to remember. Consequently cavers desire to return to those unseen depths where they have just been. It is an addiction. No one is ever satisfied. Darkness never satisfies. Especially if it takes something away which it almost always invariably does.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Scientists estimate the universe unfolded from its state of infinite destiny* - a moment commonly referred to as "the big bang" - approximately 1.3-2 x 10^10 years ago. *Typo: "destiny" should read "density."
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Very soon he will vanish completely in the wings of his own wordless stanza
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Tom gets by, Navidson succeeds. Tom just wants to be, Navidson must become. And yet despite such obvious differences, anyone who looks past Tom's wide grin and considers his eyes will find surprisingly deep pools of sorrow. Which is how we know they are brothers, because like Tom, Navidson's eyes share the same water.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Myth makes Echo the subject of longing and desire. Physics makes Echo the subject of distance and design. Where emotion and reason are concerned both claims are accurate. And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only science.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Is it possible to love something so much, you imagine it wants to destroy you only because it has denied you?
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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What can I say, I'm a sucker for abandoned stuff, misplaced stuff, forgotten stuff, any old stuff which despite the light of progress and all that, still vanishes every day like shadows at noon, goings unheralded, passings unourned, well, you get the drift.
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everyday-life
taken-for-granted
forgotten
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Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was "So?" The boat's gone. "So?" Your mate's dead. "So?" Hey at least you're alive. "So?" An awful word but it does harden you. It hardened me."
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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You wouldn't believe how much harder it's getting for me to just leave my studio. It's really sad. In fact these days the only thing that gets me outside is when I say: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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sadness
apathy
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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4c83172
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Look to the sky, look to yourself and remember: we are only God's echoes and God is Narcissus.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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she still cannot resist looking out the window every couple of minutes. The sound of a passing truck causes her to glance away. Even if there is no sound, the weight of a hundred seconds always turns her head.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Perhaps in the margins of darkness, I could create a son who is not missing; who lives beyond even my own imagination and invention; whose lusts, stupidities, and strengths carry him farther than even he or I can anticipate; who sees the world for what it is; and consequently bears the burden of everyone's tomorrow with unprecedented wisdom and honor because he is one of the very few who has successfully interrogated his own nature. His shi..
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Our lips just trespassed on those inner labyrinths hidden deep within our ears, filled them with the private music of wicked words, hers in many languages, mine in the off color of my own tongue, until as our tones shifted, and our consonants spun and squealed, rattled faster, hesitated, raced harder, syllables soon melting with groans, or moans finding purchase in new words, or old words, or made-up words, until we gathered up our heat and..
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Not all complex problems have easy solutions; so says science (so warns science.)
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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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?
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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I could see her get all nervous but she was also excited. Nightmares have that quality, don't they?
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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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.
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inspirational
philosophical-reflection
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Stars to live by. Stars to steer by. Stars to die by.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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I'm all soils west when the Earth lets go. I'm a thousand Julys.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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This is why classical thought concerning structure could say that the center is, paradoxically, within the structure and outside it. The center is at the center of the totality, and yet, since the center does not belong to the totality (is not part of the totality), the totality has its center elsewhere. The center is not the center.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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You got a death wish, Truant?' Which was the thing that scared me. 'Cause maybe I did.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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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.-
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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If not, let me offer you some instruction in at least one area: get thee to a dictionary and be relentless about your visits there.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Unoccupied space will never cease to change simply because nothing forbids it to do so.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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I've wandered as far west as I can go. Sitting now on the sand, I watch the sun blur into an aftermath. Reds finally marrying blues. Soon night will enfold us all. But the light is still not gone, not yet, and by it I can dimly see here my own dark hallway, or maybe it was just a foyer and maybe not dark at all, not in fact brightly lit, an afternoon sun blazing through the lead panes, now detected amidst what amounts to a long column of my..
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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what I'm about to ask you I'm not asking you because I'm black, though I still reserve the right to make that a big fucking part of whatever the fuck I ask you, because it's the very fucking least I deserve: do you truly believe a young black man growing up on those streets ever had a fair chance of acquiring the conscience determined and cultivated by a class that, while demanding it of everyone, through legislative action denies anyone of..
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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Of course curiosity killed the cat, and even if satisfaction supposedly brought it back, there's still that little problem with the man on the radio telling me more and more about some useless information.
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Mark Z. Danielewski |