Here is a list of terrible things,The jaws of sharks, a vultures wingsThe rabid bite of the dogs of war,The voice of one who went before,But most of all the mirror’s gaze,Which counts us out...

The century’s getting old and stale; it needs new tribes.

That’s half of your trouble,” muttered the crocodile. “You believe everything’s true.””That’s because everything is,” replied Mr. Bacchus.

Let us not neglect the forbidden. Let us not sophisticate ourselves out of the cheap thrill and chill of it: the story told for perversity’s sake, and all the better for that; the image created...

Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It’s only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes—if necessary—brought...

Perhaps the House had heard Harvey wishing for a full moon, because when he and Wendell traipsed upstairs and looked out the landing window, there–hanging between the bare branches of the trees–was a moon as...

There is no such thing as originality. It has all been said before, suffered before. If a person knows that, is it any wonder love becomes mechanical and death just a scene to be shunned?...

No.” I lied.

The great grey beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive.

Why’d you want to sing about sad things?” Candy had asked him.”Because any fool can be happy,” he’d said to her.”It takes a man with real heart”—he’d made a fist and laid it against his...

Evil is never abstract. It is always concrete, always particular and always vested in individuals. To deny monsters as individuals the right to speak, to actually state their case, is perverse – because I want...

Journey to the end of day, Come the fire-fly, Come the moon; Say a prayer for God’s good grace And sleep with lore upon your face.

The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark’s underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and hands, with its sickly light, making him long for a mirror...

Walk with care in dark places, and do not put your faith in anyone who promises you the forgiveness of the Lord or a certain place in Paradise.

I think that God that we have created and allowed to shape our culture through, essentially Christian theology is a pretty villainous creature. I think that one of the things that male patriarchal figure has...

The un-people, the anti-tribe, humanity’s sack unpicked and sewn together again with the moon inside.

Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench...

Zombies are the ideal late twentieth-century monsters. A zombie is the one thing you can’t deal with. It survives anything. Frankenstein’s monster and Dracula could be sent down in so many ways. Zombies, though, fall...

I am a man, and men are animals who tell stories. This is a gift from God, who spoke our species into being, but left the end of our story untold. That mystery is troubling...

Peter Pan has to be the book of my childhood. Come to think of it, it’s the book of my adulthood too. It’s a book which, in the reading of it, takes me back to...

Now, I don’t believe that a god exists. I think that gods are creation of men, by men, and for men. What has happened over the many centuries now, the better part of two thousand...

..She had that brand of pragmatism that would find her the first brewing tea after Armageddon.

O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last.

Zombies are the liberal nightmare. Here you have the masses, whom you would love to love, appearing at your front door with their faces falling off; and you’re trying to be as humane as you...

As long as they could still be moved by a minor chord, or brought to a crisis of tears by scenes of lovers reunited; as long as there was room in their cautious hearts for...

As to my mouth, of all my features, I wish I could possess my mouth again, just as it had been before the fire. I had my mother’s lips, generous below and above; and what...

Perhaps a wiser eye than hers would be able to read tomorrow in tonight’s stars, but where was the fun in that? It was better not to know. Better to be alive in the Here...

I don’t like to make a distinction between the writer and the painter , finally , because I do both things anyway . Everybody’s dreaming and trying to put down their dreams in the way...

any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

All things are true. God’s an Astronaut. Oz is Over the Rainbow, and Midian is where the monsters live.” – Peloquin

Witch, do this for me,Find me a moonmade of longing.Then cut it sliver thin,and having cut it,hang it highabove my beloved’s house,so that she may look uptonightand see it,and seeing it, sigh for meas I...

It is great good health to believe as the Hindus do that there are 33 million gods and goddesses in the world. It is great good health to want to understand one s dreams. It...

I don’t like crowds of any kind. A dinner party of more than six people is not, for me, a pleasure. I get less social as I get older… I am very resistant to anything...

I was a weird little kid. I was very irritable, bored, frustrated. I felt my imagination bubbling inside my head without having any way to express itself. Given a crayon and paper, I would not...

Didn’t open the box? What was it last time? Didn’t know what it was? And yet we do keep finding each other, don’t we? – Cenobite

I dreamed I spoke in another’s language,I dreamed I lived in another’s skin,I dreamed I was my own beloved,I dreamed I was a tiger’s kin.I dreamed that Eden lived inside me,And when I breathed a...

Dorothea: “What the fuck are you?”Nix: “A man who wanted to be a God…then changed his mind.

The paintings of Francis Bacon to my eye are very beautiful. The paintings of Bosch or Goya are to my eye very beautiful. I’ve also stood in front of those same paintings with people who’ve...

Born from different parents, they were siblings in death, destroyed by the same hand.

I can certainly throw out some observation about the process of creating which may be of use. Firstly, it’s the best & the worst of worlds, because the only fuel you have to make the...

The world had seen so many Ages: the Age of Enlightenment; of Reformation; of Reason. Now, at last, the Age of Desire. And after this, an end to Ages; an end, perhaps, to everything.

Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love

Lo tocó como nunca antes se había atrevido a hacerlo, acariciando su cuerpo con la punta de los dedos muy, muy suavemente, recorriendo la piel levantada como una mujer ciega leyendo braille.

I keep a bedside journal. I am very affected by dream information. They might be scary to other people, but they’re mine, so they don’t feel scary. I’d wake up in a cold sweat if...

I have deeper journeys to take. Metaphysical journeys to see Christ. Shaman journeys. It’s what I have been elected by God to do.

She had witnessed in nauseating detail how the human world worked: its rituals of comfort (television, food, religion); its appetite for poison (television, food, religion); and for the monstrous edifices of desire (television, food, religion):...

Those old hypocrites. They talk about killing witches but the Good Book’s full of magic. Turning the Nile to blood and parting the Red Sea. What’s that if it’s not good old-fashioned magic? Want a...

Is there any good news?’ Tesla said.Who ever promised that? Who ever said there’d be good news?

Kaufman almost smiled at the perfection of its horror. He felt an offer of insanity tickling the base of his skull, tempting him into oblivion, promising a blank indifference to the world.

Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we’re opened, we’re red.