Then he went into the dining room, consulting his watch. It was ten thirty already. More than half the morning was gone. More than half the time for sitting and trying to write the prose that would ma...
That which you believe becomes your world.
You can get used to horror, he thought. When it has lost immediacy and is no longer pungent and has become a steady diet. When it has degraded to a chain of mind-numbing events. (Lover When You're Nea...
Let this hell be our heaven.
Miró hacia la biblioteca. Aquella sabiduría no calmaría nunca su fuego; siglos y siglos de palabras no podían satisfacer aquel deseo imperativo e irracional.
Miniture protoplasm, the dirty little bastard!
Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And where. And how. (Death Ship)
Quiet is here and all in me. (Dress of White Silk)
I stood there feeling nowhere.
„No amount of reasonable threats prevailed.
То, во что ты веришь, становится твоим миром.
She watched the storm move off on lightning legs.
The atmosphere in here—
Now when I die, I shall only be dead.
I don the robe of hermit without a cry.
He thought about that visionary lady. To die, he thought, never knowing the fierce joy and attendant comfort of a loved one's embrace. To sink into that hideous coma, to sink then into death and, perh...
He kept thinking about Mary. What a fool he'd been to let her go. To think, with the thoughtless assurance of youth, that the world was replete with endless possibilities. He'd thought it a mistake to...
What would a Mohammedan vampire do if faced with a cross?
We've forgotten much. How to struggle, how to rise to dizzy heights and sink to unparalleled depths. We no longer aspire to anything. Even the finer shades of despair are lost to us. We've ceased to b...
I’d been in the densest part of the earth’s aura he told me, an aqueous region which was the source of myths about the waters of Lethe, the River Styx.