Ellen Datlow Quotes

In the distance, over the cusp of the planets, a primordial paused, its mammoth body shimmering itself into perception. As I watched it, a dreadful certainty gripped me: this was how Gramps was trappe...

The beer got him, and, for a moment, a rush of idiot compassion urged him to hug a pinch-faced man in brown overalls who sat on a stool surrounded by primitive paintings of Jesus engaged in various fa...

I am thirty-two years old, and the best I can do on a Saturday is accompany my married friends to a craft fair. The thought inspired an instant twitch of self-loathing, because it was such a lame lame...

WHEN WALLY BENNETT was a kid, his parents taught him to say this prayer: Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. He...

If the Governor speaks of ideals, they are selfless ideals; if he speaks of paths to be taken, they are untrod paths. The Governor is one who leaves no cliché unturned,

Every day someone out there comes to the end of his tether, decides he can't carry on any more, and starts looking for a really good method to end it all. How do you do it? Let me count the ways.

I should know better than to try and measure the breadth and depth of love by its noise and dramas but there are times that I crave it, as if it’s proof that love is alive.

He had worked to save those men, though it had been hopeless work. Mankind had acquired an appetite for dying; doctors had become shepherds to the process.

Rudge was not a pessimist, but he’d lived long enough to know that hope had to be kept on a short leash.

Then, just now, I went into my bedroom to find something else, and Lovecraft looked down on me. He’s dull metallic grey. His head is elongated, his eyes blank discs. It’s a bust of the author I receiv...

Poor is a word they never said, or common. But the wife has worked so hard to make her vowels shallower and to lift her r's and to bring back her h's that she hardly speaks anymore; every time she ope...

Once upon a time, there was a ghoul who fell in love with a daughter of the port of Innsmouth. To say the least, her parents would hardly have looked upon this as an acceptable state of affairs. She,...

There are angels in Hell, the horror writer told him, not just in Heaven. Indeed, the angels of Hell may be the more numerous.

Love that can’t trump intellectual integrity isn’t worth the name.

Kelly Link is the author of three collections: Magic for Beginners, Stranger Things Happen, and Pretty Monsters. Her short stories have appeared in A Wolf at the Door and Other Retold Fairy Tales; Noi...

That’s one of the things that lies in the deeps, never far enough from the surface; the only real difference between the broken ones and everyone else is that the broken ones know there isn’t one.

You know how in our brains, behind all the recent flashy developments that gave us stuff like emotions and aesthetics and cosmic awareness, there’s this lizard brain. It’s what makes the heart beat an...

The wood smoke gave the whole place the scent of autumn,

So mean that her death would cause a thousand of Hell's toughest demons to opt for early retirement.

Any idea what started it? No obvious point of origin, but Perry Horne will be out later and he can tell us more. Joe unzipped his jacket a little way and palmed sweat from his throat. I don’t need a f...