I want everyone to meet you. You’re my favorite person of all time.
For masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice.
— Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
and i knew it was bad
when i woke up in the mornings
and the only thing i looked
forward to was going
back to bed
These stories were very old, as old as people, and they had survived because they were very powerful indeed. They were the tales that echoed in the head long after the books that contained them were cast aside. They were both an escape from reality and an alternative reality themselves. They were so old, and so strange, that they had found a kind of existence independent of the pages they occupied. The world of the old tales existed parallel to ours, but sometimes the walls separating the two became so thing and brittle that the two worlds started to blend into each other. That was when the trouble started. That was when the bad things came. That was when the Crooked Man began to appear to David.
— John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things
How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.