An alien calm crept slowly over me. It was dark, full of bitterness and growing fascination.
Anne RiceAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: October 4, 1941
- Died: August 5, 1972
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To be in any form, what is that?
(round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,)
If nothing lay more develop'd the quahung in it's callous shell were enough.
Mine is no callous shell.
I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop,
they seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me.
I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and I am happy, to touch my person to someone else's is about as much as I can stand.
Walt Whitman