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The Language of Trees
The Face Behind the Madness
I suppose it’s a comfort, perhaps a sense of self-control, doing worse damage to yourself than the world will ever dare inflict.
― Chuck Palahniuk (via
It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.
― Libba Bray (via
When you’re traveling, you are what you are, right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least-Heat Moon
It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
― Audrey Niffenegger,
The Time Traveler’s Wife
You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can’t sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing (via