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“We lie best when we lie to ourselves.”
― Stephen King, It

“Jesus Christ-"
"Is Not here right now," the man in black replied,"and even if he were, he could not save you.”
― Brian Keene, A Gathering of Crows

“Everything's amazing right now, and nobody's happy.”
― Louis C.K., Hopeless

“We are many. Our number is greater than the stars. We are more than infinity.”
― Brian Keene, The Rising

“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
― Stephen King

“The Clown turned his powdered face to the mirror.
"If to be fair is to be beautiful," he said, "who can compare with me in my white mask?"
"Who can compare with him in his white mask?" I asked Death beside me.
"Who can compare with me?" said Death, "for I am paler still."
"You are very beautiful," sighed the Clown, turning his powdered face from the mirror.”
― Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow and Other Horror Stories

“This is the thing that troubles me, for I cannot forget Carcosa where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men's thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the lake of Hali; and my mind will bear for ever the memory of the Pallid Mask. I pray God will curse the writer, as the writer has cursed the world with its beautiful stupendous creation, terrible in its simplicity, irresistible in its truth--a world which now trembles before the King In Yellow.”
― Robert W Chambers, The King in Yellow and Other Horror Stories

“Books are the blessed chloroform of the mind.”
― Robert Chambers

“I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man.”
― Franz Kafka

“I drove on, and between the north and southbound lanes a construction crew worked under daylight-bright industrial lamps. I saw them through a gauzy fog of dust and strong light...they wore blood-red vests and hardhats and massive goggles, and as the road sank I saw that the workers were bone thin, with skeletal jaws and long teeth. They labored on platforms over gaping holes in the earth, and among the men, piled atop rickety pallets, lolled babies, piles of them, in ashy cerements. I could not tell whether the crew was excavating or burying them.”
― Matthew M. Bartlett, Gateways to Abomination

“for I knew that the King in Yellow had opened his tattered mantle and there was only God to cry to now.”
― Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow

“I cannot forget Carcosa where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men's thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the lake of Hali; and my mind will bear for ever the memory of the Pallid Mask.”
― Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow

“The people faded away, the arches, the vaulted roof vanished. I raised my seared eyes to the fathomless glare; and I saw the black stars hanging in the heavens: and the wet winds from the Lake of Hali chilled my face.

("In The Court of the Dragon")”
― Robert W. Chambers, The King in Yellow and Other Horror Stories

“But they’re not all the same, the things in that black place. There’s something much bigger than the red people. It has a dark face . . . And there’s these white things, like big rats . . . They all walk like them little dogs you see in a circus, on their back legs, but they’re bigger than bears. Devils. It’s like I’m dreaming of devils.”
― Adam Nevill, The Reddening

“The city of Carcosa had four singularities. The first was that it appeared overnight. The second was that it was impossible to distinguish whether the city sat upon the waters of the Lake of Hali or on the invisible shore beyond. The third was that when the moon rose, the city’s spires appeared behind rather than in front of it. And the fourth was that as soon as one looked upon the city, one knew its name was Carcosa.”
― Tim Curran, In the Court of the Yellow King

“Camilla: Its lips move... but it makes no sound. Why doesn’t it make a sound? Cassilda: (Giggling now.) It cannot. Its mouth is filled with flies.”
― Tim Curran, In the Court of the Yellow King

“he was occasionally visible in the distorted glass of certain antique mirrors or in pools of October rain.”
― Tim Curran, In the Court of the Yellow King

“Already, I knew, the ether of this world was beginning to fracture.”
― Tim Curran, In the Court of the Yellow King

“Whomever or whatever had been in control of the universe before was in control no longer.”
― Tim Curran, In the Court of the Yellow King

“Strange is the night where black stars rise,’ “‘And strange moons circle through the skies.”
― Tim Curran, In the Court of the Yellow King

“three pale yellow moons floating amid black stars, and a stunted forest along the banks of a black lake that drew the eyes to a castle, huge and decayed, perilously perched on an outcrop of crystal. And although it was far off, a figure clearly stood there on the highest battlement, long black robes flapping in the breeze. It turned towards me, a wrinkled yellow mask with no features.”
― Tim Curran, In the Court of the Yellow King

“Accept as the days and nights go by that you are a walking skeleton, an ambulatory miracle of meat. New thoughts come, but they arrive from beyond the foam, beyond the foam, beyond the foamy sponge of your brain.”
― Jon Padgett, The Secret of Ventriloquism

“Houses dream, did you know that?” I asked the shock-haired boy who followed me, head bowed (perhaps in prayer). “All things dream, to one degree or another. And sometimes our waking selves share dreams of the darkened hollow, the deep forest, city squares. Like them, houses dream, and when those dreams are nightmares, we call them haunted. This is such a house.”
― Jon Padgett, The Secret of Ventriloquism

“Well, if ghosts exist,” she said, “I’ll bet not all of them are holy.”
― Stephen King, If It Bleeds

“I believe you hear a click, not in your head but in your soul, when you find the place where you belong. You can ignore it, but really, why would you?”
― Stephen King, If It Bleeds

“Some people can paint beautiful pictures, some can make sweet music, others work with their hands, and some with their wits; but in all people is the seed of talent, to do something of value in this world. And doing that—perfecting that talent, making the seed grow to good fruit—should be the aim of this life.”
― Robert R. McCammon, Mystery Walk

“I think everybody has some eagle and some snake in them; they fight to pull your spirit high or drag it to the ground. The question is: which one do you let win, and at what price?”
― Robert R. McCammon, Mystery Walk

“The No-God was coming. Mog-Pharau walked, and the world thundered.”
― R. Scott Bakker, The Warrior Prophet

“For what was a book if not a long consecutive surrender to the movements of another’s soul?”
― R. Scott Bakker, The Warrior Prophet

“Men, Kellhus had once told her, were like coins: they had two sides. Where one side of them saw, the other side of them was seen, and though all men were both at once, men could only truly know the side of themselves that saw and the side of others that was seen—they could only truly know the inner half of themselves and the outer half of others.”
― R. Scott Bakker, The Warrior Prophet