Miniture protoplasm, the dirty little bastard!
Maybe I can do some writing then. The phrase made him sick. It had no meaning anymore. Like a word that is repeated until it becomes gibberish that sentence, for him, had been used to extinction. It s...
I looked at all the people, feeling sorry for them. They were still subordinate to clock and calendar. Absolved of that, I stood becalmed.
From that day on he learned to accept thedungeon he existed in, neither seeking to escape with sudden derring-do nor beating his patebloody on its walls.And, thus resigned, he returned to work.
„No amount of reasonable threats prevailed.
Yet, despite all, it is a difficult thing to admit the existence of ghosts in a coldly factual world. One's very instincts rebel at the admission of such maddening possibility. For, once the initial s...
No, by God, he had no intention of going on like a blind man, plodding down a path of brainless, fruitless existence until old age or accident took him. Either he found the answer or he ditched the wh...
No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death.
It was more than a spider. It was every unknown terror in the world fused into wriggling, poison-jawed horror. It was every anxiety, insecurity, and fear in his life given a hideous, night-black form.
I loved Ann and would help her. Nothing in the depths of Hell would keep me from it.
How shall I typify what happened? Passion play? Somewhat. Weird tale? Indubitably. Horror story? Pretty close. Grotesque melodrama? Certainly. Black comedy? Your point of view will determine that. Per...
Everything seemed to flood over him then. It was as though he’d been the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dike, refusing to let the sea of reason in.
Emily Post mincing through the graveyard. Etiquette for Young Vampires.
Death is a fascinating lure to men who can stand aside and watch it operate on someone else. (from The Conqueror)
The atmosphere in here—
Perhaps jungle life, despite physical danger, was a relaxing one. Surely it was free of the petty grievances, the disparate values of society. It was simple, devoid of artifice and ulcer-burning press...
Not only did I rediscover every experience of my life, I had to live each unfulfilled desire as well—as though they’d been fulfilled. I saw that what transpires in the mind is just as real as any fles...
I don the robe of hermit without a cry.
I couldn’t tell you, Robert, what the higher ramifications are of being soul mates. I can tell you this however. As long as you are separated from your own, that long are you troubled. No matter what...
He hungered for peace and there was no peace. Terror was his only food.