“You said I killed you-- haunt me, then!”- Emily Brontë

“I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.”- Emily Brontë

“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”- Emily Brontë

“I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you - especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, - you'd forget me.”- Charlotte Brontë

“I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.”- Charlotte Brontë

“Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.”- Mark Z. Danielewski

“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.”- 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 one who can't take any of them along.”- Mark Z. Danielewski

“Everything goes. I am working very hard at not thinking about how everything goes.”- Joan Didion

“What makes Iago evil? Some people ask. I never ask.”- Joan Didion

“It is a terrible thing, this kindess that human beings do not lose. Terrible, because when we are finally naked in the dark and cold, it is all we have. We who are so rich, so full of strength, we end up with that small change. We have nothing else to give.”- Ursula K. Le Guin

“But would you kindly ponder this question: What would your good do if evil didn't exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows disappeared?”- Mikhail Bulgakov

“This is America, you live in it, you let it happen. Let it unfurl.”- Thomas Pynchon

“Shall I project a world?”- Thomas Pynchon

“These worst mornings with cold floors and hot windows and merciless light--the soul's certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again off something tall and sheer.”- David Foster Wallace

“And Lo, for the Earth was empty of Form, and void. And Darkness was all over the Face of the Deep. And We said: Look at that fucker Dance”- David Foster Wallace

“What passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human (...) is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naïve and goo-prone and generally pathetic.”- David Foster Wallace

“Prowling the meanings of a word, prowling the history of a person, no use expecting a flood of light. Human words have no main switch. But all those little kidnaps in the dark. And then the luminous, big, shivering, discandied, unrepentant, barking web of them that hangs in your mind when you turn back to the page you were trying to translate.”- Anne Carson