“Well,” replied Nikki and bit down on a roasted cherry tomato. “I’m working on this one project. But it’s not for the faint of heart.”
“Ominous,” Oliver said. “About what?”
“It’s a series of interviews. About people who cohabit with their ghosts.”
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IF THE SUN WAS YOUR SCALPEL THE MOON IS MINE
A bride is not a bride if their soles do not bleed.
What is the function of despair? For me, right now, it is this: Despair demands constant anxious attention. It does not admit space for unthinking hope. At the same time, though, it will not let you turn face away or slide toward numbness and apathy. Despair is an unresolved state. Working toward its resolution might push us toward hopeless, clear-eyed vigilance, or it might even produce that wild courage. I believe we need our despair more now than we ever have before.
Science fiction people—they’re my people.
As long as you have a good book, you’re never lonely.
Eternal sounds like a lot of walking. What if I need to replace my shoes from all that walking?
The house on Hunchback’s Hill—perched haphazardly atop a steep incline at the end of the last street in town—is the farthest thing from an optimal filming location. But director Fotiou wanted au-then-tic-i-ty. So he got the murder house, and the final girl. Hunchback’s Hollow, and Valentini. Simple as a goddamn nursery rhyme.
