All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel. There's escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, capturing the wolves, taming the wolves. Being thrown to the wolves, or throwing others to the wolves so the wolves will eat them instead of you. Running with the wolf pack. Turning into a wolf. Best of all, turning into the head wolf. No other decent stories exist.
And though I don't know much about madness, I know it lives in the thin body like a harp Behind the rib cage. It makes it painful to move. And when you kneel in madness your knees are glass, And so you must stand up again with great care.
Although we read with our minds, the seat of artistic delight is between the shoulder blades. That little shiver behind is quite certainly the highest form of emotion that humanity has attained when evolving pure art and pure science. Let us worship the spine and its tingle.
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- Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
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"So easy that, to tell the truth, I am seldom perfectly sober."
- Dorothy L. Sayers, Gaudy Night
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- George Orwell, 1984
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I know it lives in the thin body like a harp
Behind the rib cage. It makes it painful to move.
And when you kneel in madness your knees are glass,
And so you must stand up again with great care.
- Larry Levis
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- Vladimir Nabokov
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