strange

Horror it has it's own strange stuff... brutal stuff and it's difficult understanding!?

Is the Starwife a witch?" asked Firgil. "Is any wise female a witch? Just because they have been blessed by the Green and given strange and beautiful gifts, does not mean they use them for evil purposes.

Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.

You are the call and I am the answer,You are the wish, and I the fulfilment,You are the night, and I the day. What else? It is perfect enough. It is perfectly complete. You and I, What more_? Strange, how we suffer in spite of this!

An anomaly has his own ambitions. You can try reasoning with him, but that's like using money to bribe a beast.

If we are alone, we become more alone. Life is strange

Hallucinations aren__ always out of the ordinary. How do we know we__e not hallucinating if everything seems plausible?

I have come to believe that we steer our individual spheres of being through the spectra of possible worlds via the choices we make, the acts we perform. Most people stick to known routes, and therefore cannot travel far. They live too modestly, and perhaps too privately. Only by being strange can we move, for strange acts cause us to be rejected by whatever normality we have offended, and to be propelled towards a normality that can better accommodate us.

Nothing Is Strange

People's lives take them strange places. They do strange things, and... well, sometimes they can't talk about them.

It is such a strange fact that memories of people are more loyal and more faithful than the people themselves! When a person dies or leaves us, his memories yet stay with us!

I'm sure that you didn't think I would notice,but we memorize the strangest things in a personwhen we're in love with them.

In the strange dreams of man, there are stories that are unknowingly being built by them. Mine are among the billions that remain untold.

But men are such strange creatures, really. I think most of them would rather we weren__ around at all, so they could just spend time mooning over each other. Hero worship and all that stuff.

You should find something better to do with your time,_ Mandy told him. __ spend my time shooting people, and then I take them to darkrooms and blow them up.___Come again?_ Alecto questioned with a tone of alarm in his voice. __ take photographs and develop them myself, I__e got my own darkroom_ it was a joke,_ Mandy laughed. __ love photography and I__ gonna be a photojournalist someday.___eally?_ Alecto asked. For the first time since she__ met him, he sounded slightly enthusiastic. __I take photographs and I film my own home movies, I have a darkroom as well_ but I can__ be a photojournalist like you_ I can__ be anything_ still, at least I can take photographs, it__ fun.

Without imagination, things were only as they appeared - and that was blindness. Things were more than they appeared, so much more. When he considered an oak tree, it was not just a tree. To someone small, like an ant, it was a whole landscape of rugged barky cliffs and big green leaf-plains that quaked when the sky was restless, a place of many strange creatures where fearsome winged beasts could pluck and devour someone in a blink.

Life is so strangeI don't know whyBut somebody, somebody has to cry.

Every friend was once a stranger and if you know this, you have to understand that conversations are the beginning of connection