"Silence. It flashed from the woodwork and the walls; it smote him with an awful, total power, as if generated by a vast mill. It rose from the floor, up out of the tattered gray wall-to-wall carpeting. From the useless pole lamp in the living room it oozed out, meshing with the empty and wordless descent of itself from the fly-specked ceiling. It managed in fact to emerge from every object within his range of vision, as if - the silence - meant to supplant all things tangible. Hence it assailed not only his ears but his eyes; as he stood by the inert TV set he experienced the silence as visible and, in its own way, alive. Alive! He had often felt its austere approach before; when it came it burst in without subtlety, evidently unable to wait. The silence of the world could not rein back its greed."
— Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, Philip K. Dick
"Most men and women lead lives at the worst so painful, at the best so monotonous, poor and limited that the urge to escape, the longing to transcend themselves if only for a few moments, is and has always been one of the principal appetites of the soul."
— The Doors of Perception, Aldous Huxley
(Source: hi-mi-zu)
"All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know."
— Ernest Hemingway
(Source: larmoyante)
"Beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain"
— David Levithan, Every Day
(Source: larmoyante, via funeral)
