Did you ever notice how in the Bible, whenever God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood. Would you ever really want to see an angel?
I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives. Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses. To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.
|—||Jeanette Winterson, Why I adore the night (via coastalresidence)|
"what music do you like?"
TH ….UM .. . (SHUFFLES AROUND IN POCKET AND RETRIEVES A 10 MILE LONG LIST) UUH. .. . (STUTTERING) THT… TT..HE…..UUU H…..
This actually kind of scared me when I first saw it and it sank in.