Best-selling horror fiction is indeed necessarily conservative because it must entertain a large number of readers. It’s like network television. I’m your local cable access station.
… the logic of supernatural horror [is] a logic founded on fear, a logic whose sole principle states: “Existence equals nightmare.” Unless life is a dream, nothing makes sense. For as a reality, it is a rank failure..
The only value of this world lay in its power – at certain times – to suggest another world.
Indeed, Dr Haxhausen fought to preserve his freedom with very good reason, for he required a great deal of it—freedom, not reason—to pursue his plans for the future.
And so I had to turn corners inside-out with my eyes and to read the third side of a book’s page, seeking in futility to gaze at what I could then touch with none of my senses.
Even if this is only nonsense and dreams, I feel the need to perpetuate it all. Especially at this moment, when this pain is taking over my mind and my self. Pretty soon none of this will make any difference.
When the world uncovers some dark disguise,Embrace the darkness with averted eyes.
Fear, when blended with failure, distills into a deadly brew.
There is nothing like fear to complicate one’s consciousness, inducing previously unknown levels of reflection
Life is a nightmare that leaves its mark upon you in order to prove that it is, in fact, real.
All things considered, the happiest epitaph to have etched on one’s headstone is this: ‘He never knew what hit him’.
You see how I live: shadows and silence, leaving things as I find them because I have no reason to disturb them. But there are things that I have known, even though I never wished to know them and cannot give them a name.
Now I am a vagabond of the universe, a drifter among spaces where the madness of things has no limits.
If truth is what you seek, then the examined life will only take you on a long ride to the limits of solitude and leave you by the side of the road with your truth and nothing else.
We think, therefore we should make everyone think what we think.
The embodiment of his mystic precepts, he appeared at any given moment to be on the verge of an amazing disintegration, his particular complex of atoms ready to go shooting off into the great void like a burst of fireworks.
I’m completely indifferent to what genre I read provided that I feel sympathy with how a writer perceives being alive in the world.