„My teenage years were unacceptable. An unhappy array of failed female liaisons and repetitive skin disorders.
It’s at times like this I hate the brain. It always builds more barriers than it can topple.
If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives.
…Those who’ve marred their appearance in any way by their actions in life aren’t forced to witness that marring. If they were, they’d become self-conscious and be unable to concentrate on improving th...
Patience, he told himself. Get yourself at least one virtue, anyway.
I looked at all the people, feeling sorry for them. They were still subordinate to clock and calendar. Absolved of that, I stood becalmed.
„Another day. Another collection of wracking hours.
The strength of the vampire is that no one will believe in him.
Siempre, a pesar de todo, había deseado encontrar a un semejante: hombre, mujer, niño, no importaba. Sin la incesante influencia de las masas, el sexo perdía rápidamente importancia. En cambio, la sol...
That’s my job; to bring adventure into your life.
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...
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.
Heaven would never be heaven without you.
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.
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)
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...
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...
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...