“You know what talent is? The curse of expectation. As a kid you have to deal with that, beat it somehow. If you can write, you think God put you on earth to blow Shakespeare away. Or if you can paint, maybe you think--I did--that God put you on earth to blow your father away.”
“The horrors of the Inquisition are nothing compared to the fates your mind can imagine for your loved ones.”
“I had a dream that I saw God walking across Harrison on the far side of the lake, a God so gigantic that above the waist He was lost in a clear blue sky. In the dream I could hear the rending crack and splinter of breaking trees as God stamped the woods into the shape of His footsteps. He was circling the lake, coming toward the Bridgton side, toward us, and all the houses and cottages and summer places were bursting into purple-white flame like lightning, and soon the smoke covered everything. The smoke covered everything like a mist.”
“Something in the fog!" he screamed, and Billy shrank against me-whether because of the man's bloody nose or what he was saying, I don't know. "Something in the fog took John Lee! Something-" He staggered back against a display of lawn food stacked by the window and sat down there."Something in the fog took John Lee and I heard him screaming!”
“It took me twenty years of living with my father to accept the idea that being good could be good enough.
You know what talent is? The curse of expectation. As a kid you have to deal with that, beat it somehow. If you can write, you think God put you on earth to blow Shakespeare away. Or if you can paint, maybe you think - I did - that God put you on earth to blow your father away.”
“One of his followers murmured agreement, but another quietly slipped away. Now there was Norton and four others. Maybe that wasn't so bad. Christ Himself could only find twelve.”
“Dreams, after all, are insubstantial things, like mist itself.”
“I remembered talking with a writer friend who lived in Otisfield and supported his wife and two kids by raising chickens and turning out one paperback original a year — spy stories. We had gotten talking about the bulge in popularity of books concerning themselves with the supernatural. Gault pointed out that in the forties Weird Tales had only been able to pay a pittance, and then in the fifties it went broke. When the machines fail, he had said (while his wife candled eggs and roosters crowed querulously outside), when the technologies fail, when the conventional religious systems fail, people have got to have something. Even a zombie lurching through the night can seem pretty cheerful compared to the existential comedy/horror of the ozone layer dissolving under the combined assault of a million fluorocarbon spray cans of deodorant.”
“Ahora agárrame el brazo, agárrate fuerte, vamos hacia lugares tenebrosos, pero creo conocer el camino, de todos modos, no sueltes mi brazo. Y si recibes un beso en la oscuridad, ni te alteres: es que te quiero.”
“Nothing in nature is that even; man is the inventor of straight edges.”
“The perception of a child who has not yet learned to protect itself by developing the tunnel vision that keeps out ninety percent of the universe.”
“El terror sobrecogedor y cruel no sólo acecha en lo que viene de fuera, también en lo que percibimos dentro de nosotros.”
“It took me twenty years of living with my father to accept the idea that being good could be good enough.”
“When rationality begins to break down, the circuits of the human brain can overload. Axons grow bright and feverish. Hallucinations turn real: the quicksilver puddle at the point where perspective makes parallel lines seem to intersect is really there; the dead walk and talk; a rose begins to sing.”
“Ahora agárrame el brazo, agárrate fuerte, vamos hacia lugares tenebrosos, pero creo conocer el camino, de todos modos, no sueltes mi brazo. Y si recibes un beso en la oscuridad, no te alteres: es que te quiero.”
“Literature is one of the best allies of virtue and promoters of happiness.”
“When somebody walks out, it leaves a hole in you. Some people fill it up, the good and the bad, and get on that way. Some people leave it open, maybe long enough to heal, maybe too long, picking at it now and then so it doesn't heal all the way.”
“Next to the true beauty and magic of the real world, supernatural spells and stage tricks seem cheap and tawdry by comparison. The magic of reality is neither supernatural nor a trick, but – quite simply – wonderful. Wonderful, and real. Wonderful because real.”
“I feel the closest to crazy when I'm disagreeing with the voice in my head”
“He looked at me like I just told him the earth was flat and I had definitive proof.”
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