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Sorry to say, but I'm closing this community down.

I've given you all this really good idea, this really fantastic writing tool, and no one ever uses it. I read things and I search for the quotes that I post in this community and I love this community a lot because I've had it about as long as I've had my own journal.

I remember when it used to be active and I think what happened is that I started it off just as a Harry Potter community and I know very well how little HP people like to play with others. When I opened it to other people and lower ratings, when I allowed for people to write what they wanted instead of restricting them to Harry Potter porn, people stopped posting. I find this very disappointing. I'm disappointed in the HP people who decided their porn was now too good for the_dark_garden and its mixed fans, and I'm disappointed in the people who asked me to lower the rating requirements and those who wanted to write other things for being given that chance and NOT DOING ANYTHING WITH IT. I remember actually doing a post, rather like this one, about a year ago where I defended the rights of writers other than Potter fans to write what they wanted. I feel like a goddamn idiot for even bothering with the lot of you now.

So yeah, I am pissed off because I work to keep this community interesting and take pains that it is not repetitive like so many other quote and prompt communities. I have banned people to keep this place wank-free, I have defended members, both as a whole and individually, and I can not stand that I did all of this for people who have decided that my community is a great place to lurk, but not participate. And you know, I know it's not because it's a bad idea. It's a damn good idea, and I know this because I've seen others resembling it that are successful. I don't think I'm a bad moderator, I'm mostly just a very hands-off kind of moderator. I don't mess with what you do (or would do) here other than to keep the peace and post the prompts.

I feel very much like I have wasted my time because I look back at this community and what's been posted and there has been NOTHING but my quotes posted in about a year. Not a damn thing. And I know people are reading them because I have well over one hundred members and watchers. So, I can only think that you're all reading the community for the quotes with no intention of doing anything with them. Fine, but there are other communities and websites for that kind of thing. I am not your quote of the day provider, I'm a writer trying to give a tool that I use a lot to other writers and it fucking sucks that here it is and you won't use it.

I will not be deleting anything or locking anything. What is here will remain here. However, posting access is going to be taken away from everyone and membership will be restricted from here on out. You don't use either one of those things anyway, so I hardly think you will even notice.

So long and have a good night.

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"We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead."

Michael Ondaatje (The English Patient)


""There's no such thing as the perfect soul mate. If you meet someone and you think they're perfect... you better run as fast as you can in the other direction because your soul mate is the person who pushes your buttons, pisses you off on a regular basis and makes you face your shit."



"If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness."

Victor Hugo (Les Miserables)


"Your souls should have been immense by now,
not what they are,
small talking things"

Louise Glück (Retreating Wind)


"Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world,
which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime,
and falling in at night. I miss you like hell."

Edna St Vincent Millay


"When we get to the end of this, you're going to need to remind me whose turn it is to leave."

I Wrote This For You


Challenge #521

"To restore silence is the role of objects."

Beckett (Malone Dies)

Challenge #522

"The truth about the truth is that it hurts, so we lie."

Grey's Anatomy

Challenge #523

"...An angel who didn't so much fall as saunter vaguely downward."

Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (Good Omens)

Challenge #524

"It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities."

Mark Twain

Challenge #525

"An only life can take so long to climb
Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never

Philip Larkin (Aubade)

Challenge #526

"I hate admitting that my enemies have a point.

Salman Rushdie
Invisible and Imaginary


Challenge #516

"You burned my heart
With a flickering torch
I had a dream that no one else could see
You gave me love for free"

-- Iggy Pop

Challenge #517

"“Because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..."

-- Jack Kerouac
On the Road

Challenge #518

"Dreams don't come true. Dreams die. Dreams get compromised. Dreams end up dealing meth in a booth at the back of the Olive Garden. Dreams choke to death on bay leaves. Dreams get spleen cancer."

-- Douglas Coupland
The Gum Thief

Challenge #519

"I cannot say that I loved him--it wouldn't be right. I can say that I've watched myself die, and that I've seen my lips form his name with my last breath."

-- H.T. Hamann
Anthropology of an American Girl

Challenge #520

"Drugs are a bet w/your mind."

-- Jim Morrison


Challenge #511

"I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat was threadbare--there were holes at his elbows; the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul."

Victor Hugo (Les Miserables)

Challenge #512

"Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of nature, they will wrap his body
in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a perfect
summer evening: the moon rising over
the orchard, the wind in the grass.

And as he stares into the sky, there
are twice as many stars as usual."

Laura Gilpin (The Two-Headed Calf)

Challenge #513

"I know you hate me, but I'll ask anyway
Won't you come with me, to a place in a little town.
The only way to get there's to go straight down..."

Silverchair (Tomorrow)

Challenge #514

"Happiness is like the first intoxication of morphine. It doesn't last very long."

Susan Kay (Phantom)

Challenge #515

"It's a choice, then... between the devil and the deep blue sea."

Salman Rushdie (The Satanic Verses)


Challenge #505

"There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death. They don't honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can't hear it. Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die."

Charles Bukowski (The Captain Is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship)

Challenge #506

"I know what you are learning to endure. There is nothing to be done. Just make sure nothing is wasted. Take notes, remember it all, every insult, every tear. Tattoo it on the inside of your mind. In life, knowledge of the poisons is essential. I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to."

Janet Fitch (White Oleander)

Challenge #507

"You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?"


Challenge #508

"There's bone dust in my throat
And everything is dead
But it's all right
Take it easy
You bleed so easy"

Acid Bath (Bleed Me an Ocean)

Challenge #509

"You said, 'I Love You.' Why is it that the most unoriginal thing we can say to one another is still the thing we long to hear? 'I Love You' is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I, yet when you say it and when I say it we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them. I did worship them but now I am alone on a rock hewn out of my own body."

Jeanette Winterson (Written on the Body)

Challenge #510

"Over his shoulder I saw a star fall. It was me."

Tracy Chevalier (Falling Angels)


Challenge #499

"Most lives crumble over time."

Brad Meltzer (The Book of Lies)

Challenge #500

"I've crept into your temple
I have slept upon your pew
I've dreamed of the divinity
Inside and out of you
I want it more than truth
I can taste it on my breath
I would give my life just for a little death"

Melissa Etheridge (Angels Would Fall)

Challenge #501

"Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here."

Bret Easton Ellis (American Psycho)

Challenge #502

"I hate and I love. Why I do so, perhaps you ask. I know not, but I feel it and I am in torment."

Gaius Valerius Catullus

Challenge #503

"They were sitting on the floor leaning into the corner of the room, her mouth on his nipple, her hand moving his cock slowly. An intricate science, his whole body imprisoned there, a ship in a bottle. I'm going to come. Come in my mouth. Moving forward, his fingers pulling back her hair like torn silk, he ejaculated, disappearing into her. She crooked her finger, motioning, and he bent down and put his mouth on hers. He took it, the white character, and they passed it back and fourth between them till it no longer existed, till they didn't know who had him like a lost planet somewhere in the body."

Michael Ondaatje (In the Skin of a Lion)

Challenge #504

"Hell is not a place. It's an obsession with a voice, a face, a name."

Susan Kay (Phantom)
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Challenge #493

"you powdered her face and came on her head dress
oil slicked feathers
putrid stenched water bed
"mother nature's a whore." said the shotgun to the head.

Saul Williams (Said the Shotgun to the Head)

Challenge #494

"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple."

Arundhati Roy

Challenge #495

"Let me rot beneath the sky
Teach me how to die
Bleed me an ocean
As the blossom eats the butterfly
Can you feel the cold death that rides along your spine?"

Acid Bath (Bleed Me an Ocean)

Challenge #496

"The sadness will last forever."

Vincent van Gogh’s last words

Challenge #497

"Do not pass by my epitaph, traveler.
But having stopped, listen and learn, then go your way.
There is no boat in Hades, no ferryman Charon,
No caretaker Aiakos, no dog Cerberus.
All we who are dead below
Have become bones and ashes, but nothing else.
I have spoken to you honestly, go on, traveler,
Lest even while dead I seem loquacious to you."

Roman Tombstone

Challenge #498

"In you I see my pride take form,
And the huge clouds that rush in streams

Are the black hearses of my dreams,
And your red rays reflect the hell,
In which my heart is pleased to dwell."

Charles Baudelaire (Horror Sympathetic)


Challenge #487

"He could do only one thing at a time. If he touched her, he couldn't talk to her, if he loved her he couldn't leave, if he spoke he couldn't listen, if he fought he couldn't win."

Arundhati Roy (The God of Small Things)

Challenge #488

"Show me a man or woman alone and I'll show you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society'. Give me four and they'll build a pyramid. Give me five and they'll make one an outcast. Give me six and they'll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they'll reinvent warfare. Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home."

Stephen King (The Stand)

Challenge #489

"And it is not an easy thing to know that your mother looks upon the sea with love and on you with bitterness because the one has been so constant and the other so untrue."

Alistair MacLeod

Challenge #490

"How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?"

Last words of Simon Bolivar

Challenge #491

"Knowing that certain nights whose sweetness lingers will keep returning to the earth and sea after we are gone, yes, this helps us to die."

Albert Camus

Challenge #492

"The body apologizes to the soul for its errors, and the soul asks forgiveness for squatting in the body without invitation."

Gregory Maguire (Wicked)
Invisible and Imaginary


Challenge #481

The detail of the pattern is movement,
As in the figure of the ten stairs.
Desire itself is movement
Not in itself desirable;
Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.

- T.S. Eliot
“Four Quartets: Burnt Norton”

Challenge #482

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

- the Marquis de Sade

Challenge #483

Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business, as the day
Would quake to look on.

- William Shakespeare

Challenge #484

Winter will invade my being: anger,
Hatred, chills, horror, hard and forced labor,
And, like the sun in its iced inferno,
My heart is but a red and frozen floe.

- Charles Baudelaire
"Autumn Song"

Challenge #485

Chastity - the most unnatural of all the sexual perversions.

- Aldous Huxley

Challenge #486

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

- Pablo Neruda
"Saddest Poem"