Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.
Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.
There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.
A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.
Charles Peguy(via victoriousvocabulary)
“Knitting for girls”