#neil

Thanet is having a moment,” I said, leaning forward so Quinn could see him. “What’s wrong, man?” Quinn said. “Were you not aware high school dances suck? That they always have sucked and they will continue sucking as long as the world turns? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#dances #dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school

Hold still, Meg, you’re dripping blood on my car seats.” I reached behind the passenger seat of Tennyson’s car looking for the white sheet she’d thrown in for mopping up bodily fluids. Quinn, sitting in the back seat, read my mind and handed it to me. “Thank you.” “No problem.” He leaned forward, pulling a corner of the sheet up to wipe off a small stream of blood on my neck. “You okay? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#distracted-driving #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school #laura-anderson-kurk

Thrice damned she howls like Cerberus to the night Guarding virtues that lie like forgotten stains On oaken floors that pave the willow lined paths of the past That lead to a meadow filled with the detritus of wasted love Rotting under a forgotten sun that no longer shines In a heart gone cold therein lies the haste of anger. ↗

— Neil Leckman

#virtual-cubicle #wurms #anger

But the purpose of the book is not the horror, it is horror's defeat. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#funny #good-omens #humour #neil-gaiman #terry-prachett

The cartoon me writes the books cartoon people read in the cartoon world, because they need things to read there too. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#gaiman #humor #neil #humor

Unlike what you may be told in other sectors of life, when observing the universe, size does matter, which often leads to polite ‘telescope envy’ at gatherings of amateur astronomers. ↗

— Neil deGrasse Tyson

#neil-degrasse-tyson #physics #telescope #universe #life

Life is complex and prone to being pedantic Always little things crawl, flutter and creep in. Nesting in cracks in our psyches Gibbering, whispering and scratching on sanity’s walls. Messages without form or reason Teasing us to come out And blend in. ↗

— Neil Leckman

#life

I'd love to write some porn, but I don't know if I have the right engines. When I was a young man and I was tempted to write porn, imaginary parents would appear over my shoulder and read what I was writing; just about the point that I managed to banish the imaginary parents, real children would lean over my shoulder and read what I was writing. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#on-writing #porn #thoughts-on-writing #love

Kiss a lover, Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure. Face your life, It's pain, It's pleasure, Leave no path untaken. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#dancing #life #love #name #neil-gaiman

Remember children, once I am gone I will be part of it all Everything will be me and together be free The songs of the birds will be my voice in joyous refrain The caress of the soft summer breeze will be my touch from afar The sunset in glorious golden red hues, my display of love The soft murmur of the stream as it lulls you to sleep my lullaby Close your eyes and open your heart that I may touch you. There shall I dwell ever close, embracing you with every beat of your heart Smile and feel the joy I share now with you. ↗

— Neil Leckman

#love