Top 44 Laird Barron Quotes
#1. The cold impassive stars didn't bother him so much as the gaps between them did.
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#2. The deepest cavern in the world is the human heart.
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#3. Ramirez walked ahead with a torch he'd fashioned from a stick and some rags and by that queer and reddish light, devils, or the shadows of devils hooked to the shoes of the men and capered across the stony earth.
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#4. Curiosity did not kill the cat all by itself.
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#5. It grew steadily dimmer, God's thumb on the dial.
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#6. I cannot explain, nor must an artist defend his work or elucidate in such a way the reeling audience can fathom, brutes that they are.
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#7. The subconscious is a doorway to the infinite.
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#8. Neither light nor heat could withstand it; to gaze into that nullity and to comprehend its scope was to have one's humanity snuffed. Only the inhuman thrived in out there in deep black.
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#9. I am abroad in the night with my servants. We come to smoke the northern lights, to rape the Wendigo, to melt igloos with streams of hot, bloody piss. To see and see."
"Oh. You're a bit east.
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#10. Arthur said, "Let's be cool and not get busted. I advise rest and relaxation, and definitely a bath. You guys smell like booze and cheap whores."
Dred sniffed. "He's right. We do. Woof.
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#11. Money was a problem. Money was always a problem no matter how many bones he crushed or how much blood he let or dues he paid. The fucking rent was always due.
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#12. Take a picture of God, tack it on the wall and see who bows.
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#13. The amplified ukulele music was giving me a migraine.
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#14. Nostalgia, it's nothing but pain," Robert said. "It's memory poisoned by the anguish of loss.
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#15. My paternal grandfather was a failed novelist. He stacked boxes of rejected manuscripts in a closet.
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#16. It's about walking, or crawling as the case may be, through this messy existence with eyes open. It's about squeezing a fistful of shit and praying for a diamond.
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#17. Enlightenment is its own reward, its own punishment. You begin to see so much more. And so much more sees you.
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#20. Robert Service once said dying is easy, it's the keeping on living that's hard, and of course the poet was on the money, as poets usually are when it comes to smugly self-evident affirmations.
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#21. For they were the stuff of nightmares; maggoty abominations possessed of incalculable and vile intellect that donned flesh and spines of men and beasts to shield themselves from the sun and enable themselves to walk upright instead of merely slithering.
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#22. Actually, coyotes are much scarier than wolves. Sneaky, sneaky little suckers. Eat you up. Lick the blood all up.
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#23. Reality was a makeshift prop, an amalgamation of agreed-upon conjecture, a consensus of self-limiting parameters and paradigms made palatable by endless speculation fueled by madness and hope and no mean amount of good dope.
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#24. The elder Navarro had believed, as did the ancient philosophers of the Far East, that the cosmos ultimately revealed itself as a repeating pattern, an infinitely replicating superstructure contained and embodied in a galaxy, down to a drop of blood.
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#25. The universe and its design is often one of arbitrary horror.
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#26. Mom and Dad were bibliophiles. Dad shared his father's love of westerns, Mom favored the likes of Zelazny and Heinlein, Howard and Burroughs. We owned several hundred books stored in trunks that comprised our portable library.
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#27. The light in the gallery changed subtly and he whirled and saw someone approaching him from between the exhibit cases. The individual moved with alarming speed, bent low to the floor, but straightening as he or she drew nearer. Unfolding ...
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#28. He was trapped in the electrochemical web of cognition, wherein curiosity leads into temptation, temptation leads into fear, and fear is considered an impulse to be mastered.
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#29. You create your characters, set things in motion, and then let those characters and the situations they encounter tell you how they're going to end up.
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#30. Pulver's skills as a post-Beat visionary are in rare form. A House of Hollow Wounds is a thrilling foray into the dark frontier of the weird.
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#31. - Only fools and the dead never change their mind.
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#32. When, you wonder, does Sarah go west and build her rambling mansion? Not yet. Soon, but not yet. First, her husband has to do a blood-coughing two-step off this mortal coil.
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#33. Autumn, like Alzheimer's, turns everything strange and unfamiliar, and when you look for the shape of the real hidden within, you find only a promise of the winter to come.
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#34. If the sky, by sinister alchemy, or diabolical prestidigitation, transformed into a mirror of the mother sea, the primordial cradle; and if leviathans swam that breadth and hovered, softly undulating over the teaming habitations of the globe, feasting; what should you wear?
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#35. The human condition can be summed up in a drop of blood. Show me a teaspoon of blood and I will reveal to thee the ineffable nature of the cosmos, naked and squirming. Squirming. Funny how the truth always seems to do that when you shine a light on it.
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#36. A Pretty Mouth is a fine and stylish collection that pays homage to the tradition of the weird while blazing its own sinister mark. Tanzer's debut is as sharp and polished as any I've seen.
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#37. During my adolescence, our family dwelt in rural Alaska. We were dirt poor, Depression-era poor. Tarpaper shack and kerosene lamps. In those days I read because that's all I had. I wrote because that's all I had.
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#38. There's real evil, Mr Honey. Not that existential crap, either.
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#39. Do you supplicate plutonium? Do you sing hymns to uranium? We bask in the corona of an insensate majesty. In its sway we seek to lay the foundation blocks of a new city, a new civilization. We're pioneers. Our frontier is the grand wasteland between Alpha and Omega.
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#40. Conrad might be on his way to achieving godhead and wouldn't that be a kick in the ass?
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#41. The whole political mess, the universal squalor, the essential pettiness of mankind oppressed him and he'd submerged himself in work and writing and books.
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#42. THE TESTAMENT OF TALL EAGLE is myth-making of epic scope.
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#43. Mom was all about hellfire and brimstone. Her Old Testament God was a colossal, ancient brute, a maelstrom of blood and fire, of appetite and wrath.
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#44. Everyone is looking for the answer. They do not want to find the answer, trust me. Unfortunately, the answer will find them. Life - it's like one of those unpleasant nature documentaries. To be the cameraman instead of the subjects, eh?
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