Quotes from book

House of Leaves

“I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real”

“Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.”

“Little solace comes
to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves

moments before the wind.”

“Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.”

“Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.”

“I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.”

“And where there is no Echo there is no description of space or love. There is only silence.”

“Why did god create a dual universe?
So he might say
‘Be not like me. I am alone.'
And it might be heard.”

“… and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.”

“One forgets
that one is one.
I must try
to
remember this.”

“Scientists estimate the universe unfolded from its state of infinite destiny* - a moment commonly referred to as "the big bang" - approximately 1.3-2 x 10^10 years ago.

*Typo: "destiny" should read "density.”

“I do not know anything about Art with a capital A. What I do know about is my art. Because it concerns me. I do not speak for others. So I do not speak for things which profess to speak for others. My art, however, speaks for me. It lights my way.”

“I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no wind, no sound, no change of temperature. There was just this terrible emptiness reaching up for me.”

“Scars are the paler pain of survival received unwillingly and displayed in the language of injury.”

“Here then - the after math of meaning. A liftime finished between the space of two frames.”

“No one ever really gets used to nightmares.”

“I must read.
I must read.
I must read.”

“It is hungry, it it immortal. Worse, it knows nothing of whim.”

“I've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angles of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a very old soul. A very old riddle.”