#ore

You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I'm not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in the cold nights and thrust his hands between his thighs to keep warm. It will be a long night, he thought. ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#death #forever #night #death

Explore, experience, evolve, and exceed your expectations! - No Excuses! ↗

— Lorii Myers

#exceed #expectations #experience #explore #experience

It is brutal. Only I never could see the sense in having folks look at your tombstone and say, 'He was a man who didn't believe in violence, He's a good man... and dead. ↗

— Louis L'Amour

#l-amour #noremorse #violence #western #death

I was overlooked long before anyone knew who I was. ↗

— Paul Desmond

#before #i #knew #long #overlooked

Love has never been understood, though it may have been fully experienced, and that experience communicated. ↗

— Shulamith Firestone

#communication

I think when I began, I played distortion more than the guitar. The results of my strumming. Now I play the twang of the string, which is a lot closer to the source of the sound making. ↗

— Ian Williams

#closer #distortion #guitar #i #i think

Then he turned his attention to the other one. He kicked and stopped on Scar-Face, turning her to jelly. He relished every breaking bone, every shattered rib, and every ruptured organ. He laughed when one eyeball spurted from it's socket and when shards of broken bones tore through her flesh. Then, still not satisfied, he leaped into the air and jumped up and down on her corpse. Flesh and blood and hair matted between the treads of his shoe. Then he dipped his index finger in her remains, and used her blood to add two more slash marks to the scorecard on his arm. ↗

— Brain Keene- Urban Gothic

#gore #horror #urban-gothic #death

As obvious as it sounds, I strongly recommend shopping at a specialty bike store. They are the experts, and they will be able to help you decide which bike is best for you. ↗

— Patrick Dempsey

#best #bike #decide #experts #help

It was during this terrible night that the three wounded died, and the jeeps froze solid. ↗

— Pat Frank

#korean-war #war #death

Marya put down her fork. “Why are you doing this, Koschei? I have had lovers before. You have, too. Remember Marina? The rusalka? She and I swam together every morning. We raced the salmon. You called us your little sharks.” The Tsar of Life held his knife so tightly Marya could see his knucklebones bulging. “Were any of them called Ivan? Were any of them human boys all sticky with their own innocence? I know you. I know you because you are like me, as much like me as two spoons nested in each other.” Her husband leaned close to her, the candlelight sparking in his dark, shaggy hair. “When you steal them, they mean so much more, Marousha. Trust me. I know. What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you? Did I not give you enough pretty dresses? Enough emeralds? I’m sure I have more, somewhere.” Marya lifted her hand and laid it on her husband’s cheek. With a blinking quickness, she drove her nails deep into his face. “Don’t you dare speak to me like that. I have worn nothing but blood and death for years. I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me. I have learned all the tricks you said I must learn. I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man. I have learned to lay my finger aside my nose and disappear. I have learned to watch everything die. I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. And if I have watched all my soldiers die in front of me, if I have only been saved by my rifle and my own hands, if I have drunk more blood than water for weeks, then I take the human boy who stumbled into my tent and hold him between my legs until I stop screaming, you will not punish me for it. Are we not chyerti? Are we not devils? I will not even hear your punishment, old man. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#marya-morevna #death