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Remember The Monsters?

“Weren’t we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of our neighbor’s children?”
― Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter



“Quisiera cantar mejor, más melodioso, pero entonces quizá no hubieses accedido nunca a escucharme. Has oído cantar a otros y te han dejado fría. Su canto era demasiado bello o no lo suficiente” – Trópico de Cáncer, Henry Miller.

I grabbed the book from the center console. “How about I call you when I finish this?”
“But you don’t even have my number,” he said.
“I strongly suspect you wrote it in the book.”
He broke out into that goofy smile. “And you say we don’t know each other.”

“I have my path, and he should have his. If our paths are meant to intertwine, they will. The permanent intersection just hasn’t happened — yet. If we force it, we lose it forever.” (Cupcake, Rachel Cohn.)

“A villain is just a victim whose story hasn’t been told” – The Land of Stories, Chris Colfer.