Fear is a wonderful thing, in small doses. You ride the ghost train into the darkness, knowing that eventually the doors will open and you will step out into the daylight once again. It’s always reassuring to know that you’re still here, still safe. That nothing strange has happened, not really. It’s good to be a child again, for a little while, and to fear — not governments, not regulations, not infidelities or accountants or distant wars, but ghosts and such things that don’t exist, and even if they do, can do nothing to hurt us.
It is a thousand times better to make every kind of mistake than to slide into the habit of hesitation, of uncertainty, of indecision.
Aleister Crowley, Magick Without Tears (via mariposima)
One eye opened slowly, green and gold as sunlight in the woods. The cat said, “I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer.”
Peter S Beagle – The Last Unicorn
Very few writers know what they are doing until they’ve done it.
Anne Lamott (via soundthewindchimes)
I, even now, persist in believing that these black marks on white paper bear the greatest significance, that if I keep writing I might be able to catch consciousness in a jar.
Jeffrey Eugenides (via scribereautmori)
Hang on to your nuts and bolts!
Gus, First Run, chapter 8
The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything.
The Stand, Stephen King