Marc Todd > Marc's Quotes

“People with new ideas, people with the faintest capacity for saying something new, are extremely few in number, extraordinarily so, in fact.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

“It's not given to people to judge what's right or wrong. People have eternally been mistaken and will be mistaken, and in nothing more than in what they consider right and wrong.”
― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

“He decided it was human hatred and not divine vengeance that had plunged him into this abyss. He doomed these unknown men to every torment that his inflamed imagination could devise, while still considering that the most frightful were too mild and, above all, too brief for them: torture was followed by death, and death brought, if not repose, at least an insensibility that resembled it.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..”
― John Milton, Paradise Lost

“Gliding spiderlike, rapidly, close behind Sharon, her body arched backward in a bow with her head almost touching her feet, was Regan, her tongue flicking quickly in and out of her mouth while she hissed sibilantly like a serpent. Sharon stopped then screamed as she felt Regan's tongue snaking out at her ankle.”
― William Peter Blatty, The Exorcist

“So I got me some steak, and I got me the spring out of a clock. I cut that spring up into little pieces. I put points on the ends of the pieces. They were as sharp as razor blades. I stuck them into the steak- way inside. And I went past where they had the dog tied up. He wanted to bite me again. I said to him, ‘Come on doggie- let’s be friends. Let’s not be enemies any more. I’m not mad.’ He believed me.’

‘He did?’

‘I threw him the steak. He swallowed it down in one big gulp. I waited around for ten minutes.’ Now Lazzaro’s eyes twinkled. ‘Blood started coming out of his mouth. He started crying, and rolled on the ground, as though the knives were on the outside of him instead of the inside of him. Then he tried to bite out his own insides. I laughed, and said to him, ‘You got the right idea now. Tear your own guts out, boy. That’s me with all of those knives’ So it goes.”
― Kurt Vonnegut

“It is a slightly arresting notion that if you were to pick yourself apart with tweezers, one atom at a time, you would produce a mound of fine atomic dust, none of which had ever been alive but all of which had once been you.”
― Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything

“Will you stop doing that?” she asked. Annoyance colored her tone.
Janco perked up. “Doing what?”
“That huffing thing. Like you’re leaking air.”
“It’s called sighing.”
― Maria V. Snyder, Shadow Study

“Everil could see in the creature’s eyes that it was not used to being challenged. It appeared as if the monster sensed that the
man was not as frightened as he should be. Everil learned long ago that the best way to beat a charging rabid dog was not to run, but instead, rush towards it with ferocious intent.”
― M. Todd, Chains

“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.”
― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
― Oscar Wilde

“So many books, so little time.”
― Frank Zappa

“I wonder if she was trying to free herself. If so, she won’t have any luck–not unless she smashes her hand to a pulp and pulls it, wet and flaccid, through her restraint.”
― Sam Lloyd, The Memory Wood

“Horror itself is a bit of a bullied genre, the antagonist being literary snobbery and public misconception. And I think good horror tackles our darkest fears, whatever they may be. It takes us into the minds of the victims, explores the threats, disseminates fear, studies how it changes us. It pulls back the curtain on the ugly underbelly of society, tears away the masks the monsters wear out in the world, shows us the potential truth of the human condition. Horror is truth, unflinching and honest. Not everybody wants to see that, but good horror ensures that it's there to be seen.”
― Kealan Patrick Burke

“There exists in this world a spider the size of a dinner plate, a foot wide if you include the legs. It's called the Goliath Bird-Eating spider, or the "Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider" by those who have actually seen one. It dosen't eat only birds--it mostly eats rats and insects--but they still call it the "Bird-Eating Spider" because the fact that it can eat a bird is probably the most important thing to know about it. If you run across one of these things, like in your closet or crawling out of your bowl of soup, the first thing somebody will say is, "Watch it, man, that thing can eat a fucking bird." I don't know how they catch the birds. I know the Goliath Fucking Bird-Eating Spider can't fly because if it could, it would have a different name entirely. We would call it "Sir" because it would be the dominant species on the planet.”
― David Wong