Extremes are ever neighbors; 'tis a step from one to the other.
As someone with a novelistic background, I just didn't have much interest in creating stories by committee. I don't think you necessarily get the best story through that approach.
Certain experiences you can't survive, and afterward you don't fully exist, even if you failed to die.
I've found that all weak people share a basic obsession - they fixate on the idea of satisfaction. Anywhere you go men and women are like crows drawn by shiny objects. For some folks, the shiny objects are other people, and you'd be better off developing a drug habit.
We live in a culture that has a real hard time distinguishing fiction from reality. Even when they're told something is fiction.
And if we’re talking about hard-boiled detectives, too, what could be more hardboiled than the worldview of Ligotti or Cioran? They make the grittiest of crime writers seem like dilettantes. Next to The Conspiracy Against the Human Race, Mickey Spillane seems about as hard-boiled as bubble gum.
Often, what allows someone to behave heroically in dire circumstances is unpalatable in day-to-day life.
People are as healthy and confident as the stories they tell themselves.
I have taken a wife, I have sold my sovereignty for a dowry. [Lat. , Uxorem accepi, dote imperium vendidi. ]
I enjoy cooking and baking. Alicia Silverstone's vegan cookbook is awesome.
Han spotted a child‟s homespun dolly in the ditch, pressed into the mud. He reined in, meaning to climb down and fetch it so he could clean it up for his little sister. Then he remembered that Mari was dead and had no need of dollies anymore. Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit him like a hammer blow.