“I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.”
“I used to write as an escape. There’s no escape. There’s just me sending my voice into the dark, waiting for an echo." – Laird Barron”
“There’s a vastness here and I believe that the people who are born here breathe that vastness into their soul. They dream big dreams and think big thoughts, because there is nothing to hem them in.”
“... history is forever unfinished, forever in process; endless because our needs are endless.”
“She’s just a little faint,” I reassured Mrs. Hammond. “They’re blood typing in biology.”She nodded, understanding now. “There’s always one.”I stifled a laugh. Trust Bella to be that one.”
“The process of revision should be constant and endless”