January 2011
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I’ve no sense of anything other than myself.
– pg 471
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All that remains is the ashblack slab upon which he is standing, now apparently...
– pg 464
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Here then is one end: a final act of reading, a final act of consumption. And as...
– pg 467
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your house is the last before the infinite, whoever you are.
– pg 384
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Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect...
– House of Leaves (via nomadicstatic)
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… I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know...
– Mark Z. Danielewski (via recycled-words)
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And then for better or worse you’ll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist...
– House of Leaves (via sailorsandshipwrecks)
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This time Tom breaks the silence: “Did you hear the one about the guy on the...
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An incredible loneliness has settled inside me. I’ve never felt anything...
– pg 493
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