Caitlin R. Kiernan

 http://greygirlbeast.livejournal.com/ 

I never knew horror could be so beautiful.

P175 from To Charles Fort, with Love

The mind exists only in a moment, always, a single flickering moment, remembered or actual, dreaming or awake or something between the two, the precious, treacherous illusion of Present floundering in the crack between Past and Future.