“ Their memory was something tangible and heavy, and I would carry it with me. ”
Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.
~ Ransom Riggs
If I never went home, what exactly would I be missing? I pictured my cold cavernous house, my friendless town full of bad memories, the utterly unremarkable life that had been mapped out for me. It had never once occurred to me, I realized, to refuse it.
...slow and drunk is no match for fast and scared shitless.
At the heart of nature’s mystery lies another mystery.
