Mark Z. Danielewski Quotes

I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, where on my knees I prayed for LIGHT, I prayed for l*i*g*h*t, and praying crawled like a blind slug into the web where threads of wind stuck against my mind and I died of pity for Man, for myself, on a cross without nails, watching in fear as the pig belches in his sty, farts, blinks and eats.

Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.

Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death.

This whole country is a graveyard, and we are all constantly walking on the bones

When life is woe, and hope is dumb, the World says, "Go!" The Grave says, "Come!

The living will envy the dead.

Soon I will fall asleep and I will wake from this terrible dream. The endless night will fall, and I will rise. I long for that night. I do not fear it. I have had my fill of fear. I have stared too long into the abyss, and now the abyss stares back at me.

The day you were born, a ladder was set up to help you escape this world.

I wish she was dead,' he says. 'I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.

As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better." "Or worse," said Liraz. "Yes," he conceded. "Usually worse." Hazael cut in. "My sister, Sunshine, and my brother, Light. You two should rally the ranks. You'll have us killing ourselves by morning.

Brief and powerless is man's life; on him and all his race the slow, sure doom falls pitiless and dark.

Life is absolutely unbearable. And we're going to die.

These have not the hope to die.

But all that is warm will go cold. My ears will fall off and my eyes will melt. My mouth will be clamped shut. My lips will turn to glue. ...No taste or smell or touch or sound.Nothing to look at. Total emptiness for ever.

For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

Death is easier than a wretched life; and better never to have born than to live and fare badly.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?

Sometimes I would make myself very still and try to imagine myself dead. I tried to invoke the feeling of the very last breath I would take.

One-third of our people were dangerously ill, getting worse hourly, and we felt sure of meeting the same fate, with death as our only prospect, which in such a country was much worse yet.

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

I envy the dead.