Mark Z. Danielewski
- House of Leaves
There was this twenty-five year old guy walking a tightrope across a deep river gorge while half way around the world another twenty-five year old guy was getting a blow job from a seventy year old woman, but get this, at the same exact moment both men were thinking the exact same thought. You know what it was? Don't look down.
Mark Z. Danielewski
- House of Leaves
Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer.
Mark Z. Danielewski
- House of Leaves
Little solace comes to those who grieve, when thoughts keep drifting, as walls keep shifting, and this great blue world of ours becomes a house of leaves moments before the wind.
Mark Z. Danielewsk
- House of Leaves
Focus on these words, and whatever you do don't let your eyes wander past the perimeter of this page. Now imagine just beyond your peripheral vision, maybe behind you, maybe to the side of you, maybe even in front of you, but right where you can't see it, something is quietly closing in on you, so quiet in fact that you can only hear it as silence. Find those pockets without sound. That's where it is. Right at this moment. But don't look. Keep your eyes here.
