It Devours! (Welcome to Night Vale, #2)

by Joseph Fink

Above Night Vale are helicopters, protecting citizens from themselves and others. Above the helicopters are stars, which are completely meaningless. Above the stars is the void, which is completely meaningful.

Sometimes it’s okay to find something beautiful without correctly understanding it.

He was not so arrogant as to refer to his own death as The End, just one of billions of ends before The End.

Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

Anything could mean something to someone.

I like this experiment. It’s interesting. And if it’s interesting, it’s important.

“Hypothesis: Everything is frightening and we should hide,”

Science was meant to be hard. After all, what was science but a bunch of bored human beings trying to challenge themselves when faith became too easy?

The church urged all its members to present a happy face to the world, which had the noble intention of spreading joy, but ultimately valued outside presentation over an honest connection to a person’s feelings.

Plus, it is basic human nature to treat polite people worse than rude people. It is easier to assert dominance over a person unlikely to fight back with much force. Rude people tend to fight hard, and it’s not worth stirring them up.

She related to his level of exactness and order. She resented him for it as well.

“Maybe it’s not about them accepting you. Maybe you have to accept them first.”

It might have also been a metaphor. I’m not confident what a metaphor is and I refuse to let anyone tell me.”