Age makes you notice certain things. For example, I now know that a man’s life is broadly divided into three periods. During the first, it doesn’t even occur to us that one day we will grow old, we don’t think that time passes or that from the day we are born we’re all walking toward a common end. After the first years of youth comes the second period, in which a person becomes aware of the fragility of life and what begins like a simple niggling doubt rises inside you like a flood of uncertainties that will stay with you for the rest of your days. Finally, toward the end of life, the period of acceptance begins, and, consequently, of resignation, a time of waiting.
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From The Prince of Mist by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
From Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (2007) by Tim Burton
It was a distress she’d not felt since childhood when somebody (she’d forgotten who) had taught her the trick of looking at infinity by putting two mirrors face to face, each staring into the other’s reflection. She’d been twelve, thirteen at most, and completely spooked by the idea of this emptiness echoing emptiness, back and forth, back and forth, until they reached the limits of light. For years after she’d remembered that moment, confronted with a physical representation of something her mind revolted at.
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From The Great and Secret Show by Clive Barker
Before life, the dream of life. Before the thing solid, the solid thing dreamt. And mind, dreaming or awake, knew justice, which was therefore as natural as matter, its absence in any exchange deserving of more than a fatalistic shrug. It merited a howl of outrage; and a passionate pursuit of why. If she wished to live beyond the impending holocaust it was to shout that shout. To find out what crime her species had committed against the universal mind that it should now be tottering on execution.
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From The Great and Secret Show by Clive Barker
And Monday? What was Monday? Just a name arbitrarily attached to a day and a night in the long history of days and nights which were the life of the world.
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From The Great and Secret Show by Clive Barker
From The Great and Secret Show
Raul: Where will you fit into the pattern? What are you going to become?
Tesla: Do I have to become anything?
Raul: Everything is becoming. Sitting here, we're becoming.
Tesla: What?
Raul: Older. Closer to death.
Tesla: Oh shit. I don't want to be closer to death.
Raul: No choice.
Tesla: I want to understand.
Raul: Anything in particular?
Tesla: Everything?
…She was a past mistress at writing screenplays that never saw-celluloid. The stories kept coming, however. She couldn’t walk in a new place or meet new faces without dramatizing them. She didn’t analyze too closely the stories her mind created for each cast and setting, unless — as now — it was so obvious as to be unavoidable.
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From The Great and Secret Show by Clive Barker
From The Great and Secret Show
Hotchkiss: There's a whole world...about which we know next to nothing. And it's changing all the time. Sure, there's rivers, but there's a good deal else besides. Whole species that never see the sun.
Grillo: Doesn't sound like much fun.
Hotchkiss: They accommodate, as we all do. They live with their limitations. We're all of us living on a fault line, after all, which could open up at any moment. We accommodate that.
It was useless attempting to project behavior patterns from one woman to the next. They were all so gloriously different. Men were a dull bunch by comparison: dowdy and mono-minded. Next time around he wanted to be born a lesbian.
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From The Great and Secret Show by Clive Barker
Of the hundreds of erotic magazines and films which William Witt purchased as he grew to manhood…his favorites were always those in which he was able to glimpse a life behind the camera. Sometimes the photographer—equipment and all—could be seen reflected in a mirror behind the performers. Sometimes the hand of a technician, or a fluffer—someone hired to keep the stars aroused between shots—would be caught on the edge of the frame, like the limb of a lover just exiled from the bed.
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From The Great and Secret Show by Clive Barker
Alma (2009) by Rodrigo Blaas
From Fringe by J. J. Abrams, Alex Kurtzman and Roberto Orci
Fringe is simply one of the most creative shows in existence.
