#hp

Bram knocked, and Chas opened the door, her music growing louder. She had strips of tinfoil in her hair and a cigarette dangling from her lips–which she immediately hid behind her back when she saw Bram.   "Hiiii!"   Both of Bram's brows flitted upward. "Hi." He looked at the foil. "I'm not even gonna ask."   "Martians are trying to control my thoughts, stupid." She noticed me then and smiled. "Hi, Nora! Ooh…" Her eyes fell to the weapon. "Shiny."   "Nora needs some more appropriate clothes if she's to use the shiny," Bram said.   Chas clapped her hands together. "Makeover!"   Oh, God no.… ↗

— Lia Habel

#chas #chp #music

A madman imitates nature, but a wise man draws a metaphor from it. ↗

— Bauvard

#madness #metahpors #nature #nature

The thing I want to write most is the next thing I write. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

#philisohpical #philosphy #writers #writers-block #writers-on-writing

Home is one's birthplace, ratified by memory. ↗

— Henry Anatole Grunwald

#birthplace #memory #ratified

I've always loved words. I ate up all the books I could get my hands on, and when I couldn't get books, I read candy wrappers and labels on cereal and toothpaste boxes. ↗

— Judy Holliday

#ate #books #boxes #candy #cereal

I love eating in it, brushing my teeth and swallowing the toothpaste in it. I love punching the ceiling with my fists when I'm lost or I can't find a parking space. ↗

— Laura Kightlinger

#ceiling #eating #find #fists #i

If you can sell green toothpaste in this country, you can sell opera. ↗

— Sarah Caldwell

#green #opera #sell #toothpaste #you

The writer may very well serve a movement of history as its mouthpiece, but he cannot of course create it. ↗

— Karl Marx

#course #create #history #may #mouthpiece

I was jealous of [Nora] at first, because she had prettier dresses and the naturally curly hair that had been my ultimate worldly desire at that age. In fact, when our mothers initially introduced us, i had chosen to greet her by yanking on a fistful of her hair to see if it was real. Her response was to deck me in the nose. It had been love at first fight. ↗

— Lia Habel

#age

We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age. ↗

— H.P. Lovecraft

#philosohpy #age