The canker of self-consciousness has been long in me, so like a lot of writers I not only do a thing, I see myself doing it too–it’s almost like not being alone. That morning our hero skipped in his skivvies down to the shore of the sea. .. it was dark. .. the fog. .. Storytelling! Charles DAmbrosio
This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to...
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David Levithan
Some moments are nice, some arenicer, some are even worthwritingabout.
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Charles Bukowski
Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.
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Sylvia Plath
There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.
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Shannon L. Alder
When you're missing a peice of yourself, aching, gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very soul, the feeling will never go away. Most people find a way to fill this void, material possessions, a string of...
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Jennifer Salaiz
More Quotes By Charles DAmbrosio
Every fundamentalism focuses on end times, and Armageddon is, in a sense, a rhetorical trope, an emphatic and overwhelming conclusion, meant to wrap up and make tidy the mistaken wanderings of history. For a fundamentalist the end is one of the forms desire takes, a...
Being suicidal is really tiring. A lot of suicides are so lacking in affect and so lethargic that they aren’t able to kill themselves until their mood improves–spring, for that reason, has the highest rate of what people in the business call “completed” suicides.
The canker of self-consciousness has been long in me, so like a lot of writers I not only do a thing, I see myself doing it too–it’s almost like not being alone. That morning our hero skipped in his skivvies down to the shore of...
Meanwhile, back in the real world, my first instinct is a sort of stupid ducking motion I’ve learned from the movies, and I have the sure sense I’m going to be shot in the neck, where I feel particularly exposed and vulnerable.
Folks double my age and older often run down a conversation tracking a vanishing world that will, with the passing of their memory, vanish entirely.
