It was very still. The tree was tall and straggling. It had thrown its briers over a hawthorn-bush, and its long streamers trailed thick, right down to the grass, splashing the darkness everywhere with great spilt stars, pure white. In bosses of ivor...
I am Orafoura, but you can call me Jarod Kintz. I’m fairly proud to proclaim that Dora J. Arod has me on her short list of “World’s worst writers.” The list couldn’t get any shorter, because I’m the only name on it. I should tell her to s...
When they reached their ship, Ed gazed out at the bay. It was black. The sky was black, but the bay was even blacker. It was a slick, oily blackness that glowed and reflected the moonlight like a black jewel. Ed saw the tiny specks of light around th...
Between the dark, heavily laden treetops of the spreading chestnut trees could be seen the dark blue of the sky, full of stars, all solemn and golden, which extended their radiance unconcernedly into the distance. That was the nature of the stars. an...
A loner by nature and an introvert... i am a twinkling star, burning bright amidst a cloudless night. As such, i tend to fade in and out of people's lives. This aspect of me is often misunderstood as rejection or a lack of love and caring. In reality...
Darth Vader: [zeroing in on Luke's fighter] I have you now! [one of Vader's wing-men explodes] Darth Vader: What? Han Solo: YAHOOO! [the Millenium Falcon appears] Tie Fighter pilot: Look out! [Han fires again, the second fighter collides with Vader's...
[Attack warning alarms are sounding throughout the Death Star and stormtroopers, officers & technicians are running to their posts. An Imperial officer is trying to find Darth Vader & eventually finds him calmly walking down a hall towards the hangar...
Raoul J. Raoul: Cut! Cut, cut, cut, cut, CUT! Baby Herman: What the hell was wrong with THAT take? Raoul J. Raoul: Nothing with you, Baby Herman. You were great. You were perfect. You were BETTER than perfect! It's Roger, he keeps BLOWING HIS LINES! ...
Lester Bangs: You CANNOT make friends with the rock stars. That's what's important. If you're a rock journalist - first, you will never get paid much. But you will get free records from the record company. And they'll buy you drinks, you'll meet girl...
We are all inclined to accept conventional forms or colours as the only correct ones. Children sometimes think that stars must be star-shaped, though naturally they are not. The people who insist that in a picture the sky must be blue, and the grass ...
All this blackness was within him, but that was where it really mattered. It was night without moon or stars, it was a doorless pit in the earth's bowels, it was forever. He felt black ice growing, blooming in his veins. One last sharp feeling was le...
We pretended to be of mud instead of stars. We pretended not to fly.
I looked at what he built, and to me it explained the stars.
Could we wear spandex and blow things up?
What's past is prologue, and the world awaits.
...I remember your profile in darkness outlined by stars ...
the world wasn't made for us, we were made for the world
That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.
I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.
Worry is yet another side effect of dying.
The marks we leave are too often scars.
