e.: where the wild things are →
Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter…
Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there’ll always be...– Neil Gaiman (via slekes)
I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does...– Maya Angelou (via infinitives)
Today was a very cold and bitter day, as cold and bitter as a cup of hot...– Lemony Snicket (via danseurs)
Killing Charlemagne: excerpt from Do Androids... →
killingcharlemagne: …but as he plodded along a vague and almost hallucinatory pall hazed over his mind; he found himself at one point, with no notion of how it could be, a step from an almost certain fatal cliffside fall—falling humiliatingly and helplessly, he thought; on and on, with no one even to witness it….