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  • #1
    H.P. Lovecraft
    “The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.”
    H. P. Lovercraft, The Call of Cthulhu and Other Weird Stories

  • #2
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done so since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence. I much prefer history – true or feigned– with its varied applicability to the thought and experience of readers. I think that many confuse applicability with allegory, but the one resides in the freedom of the reader, and the other in the purposed domination of the author.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #3
    Douglas Adams
    “The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy also mentions alcohol. It says that the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.”
    Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

  • #4
    Clark Ashton Smith
    “in the days when the world begins to bleach and shrivel, and the sun is blotched with death. Socialist and Individualist, they'll all be a little dirt lodged deep in the granite wrinkles of the globe's countenance.”
    Clark Ashton Smith

  • #5
    L. Frank Baum
    “That proves you are unusual," returned the Scarecrow; "and I am convinced that the only people worthy of consideration in this world are the unusual ones. For the common folks are like the leaves of a tree, and live and die unnoticed.”
    L. Frank Baum, The Land of Oz

  • #6
    Douglas Adams
    “The Guide says there is an art to flying", said Ford, "or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”
    Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything

  • #7
    Douglas Adams
    “Trillian did a little research in the ship's copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It had some advice to offer on drunkenness.

    "Go to it," it said, "and good luck.”
    Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything

  • #8
    H.P. Lovecraft
    “Throw a stick, and the servile dog wheezes and pants and stumbles to bring it to you. Do the same before a cat, and he will eye you with coolly polite and somewhat bored amusement. And just as inferior people prefer the inferior animal which scampers excitedly because someone else wants something, so do superior people respect the superior animal which lives its own life and knows that the puerile stick-throwings of alien bipeds are none of its business and beneath its notice. The dog barks and begs and tumbles to amuse you when you crack the whip. That pleases a meekness-loving peasant who relishes a stimulus to his self importance. The cat, on the other hand, charms you into playing for its benefit when it wishes to be amused; making you rush about the room with a paper on a string when it feels like exercise, but refusing all your attempts to make it play when it is not in the humour. That is personality and individuality and self-respect -- the calm mastery of a being whose life is its own and not yours -- and the superior person recognises and appreciates this because he too is a free soul whose position is assured, and whose only law is his own heritage and aesthetic sense.”
    H.P. Lovecraft

  • #9
    L. Frank Baum
    “She said, "You might become politicians."

    "No!" cried Beni, with sudden fierceness; "we must not abandon our high calling. Bandits we have always been, and bandits we must remain!”
    L. Frank Baum, American Fairy Tales

  • #10
    Stephen  King
    “A short story is a different thing altogether – a short story is like a quick kiss in the dark from a stranger.”
    Stephen King, Skeleton Crew

  • #11
    Stephen  King
    “I have a real problem with bloat -- I write like fat ladies diet.”
    Stephen King, Skeleton Crew

  • #12
    Ambrose Bierce
    “Brower was as courageous a criminal as ever lived to be hanged.”
    Ambrose Bierce An Arrest

  • #13
    Irvin S. Cobb
    “Son, it ain't that flag we've got a gredge ag'inst, it's the fellers that air bidin' under her now. They're our middlin'-meat, or will be when the fusees start poppin'. But that flag's all hunky-dory. Come to that, she's ez much our'n ez she is ther'n. She's fell into bad company for the time bein', that's all. And it ain't her fault, ez I can see it and ez all here sees it. So let her flaunt!”
    Irvin S. Cobb, Red Likker

  • #14
    Irvin S. Cobb
    “Free schools were an invention of the Devil or the Yankees, which amounted to practically the same thing.”
    Irvin S. Cobb, Red Likker

  • #15
    Irvin S. Cobb
    “Down our way we're always had a theory that the Civil War was not brought on by Secession of Slavery or the State's Rights issue. These matters contributed to the quarrel, but there is a deeper reason. It was bought on by some Yankee coming down south and putting nutmeg in a julep. So our folks up and left the Union flat.”
    Irvin S. Cobb

  • #16
    Clive Barker
    “I don't want to see another church; the smell of the places makes me sick. Stale incense, old sweat, and lies...

    "In the Hills, the Cities”
    Clive Barker, Books of Blood: Volume One
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  • #17
    J.K. Rowling
    “Harry did not usually lie in bed reading his textbooks; that sort of behavior, as Ron rightly said, was indecent in anybody except Hermione, who was simply weird that way.”
    JK Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

  • #18
    Joe Hill
    “He got up and ran on, pitching himself down the hill, flying through the branches of the firs, leaping roots and rocks without seeing them. As he went, the hill got steeper and steeper, until it was really like falling. He was going too fast and he knew when he came to a stop, it would involve crashing into something, and shattering pain.

    Only as he went on, picking up speed all the time, until with each leap he seemed to sail through yards of darkness, he felt a giddy surge of emotion, a sensation that might have been panic but felt strangely like exhilaration. He felt as if at any moment his feet might leave the ground and never come back down. He knew this forest, this darkness, this night. He knew his chances: not good. He knew what was after him. It had been after him all his life. He knew where he was - in a story about to unfold an ending. He knew better than anyone how these stories went, and if anyone could find their way out of these woods, it was him.

    ("Best New Horror")”
    Joe Hill, 20th Century Ghosts

  • #19
    Thomas Pynchon
    “How do you feel about this terrible thing?"
    "Terrible," said Oedipa.
    "Wonderful!”
    Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

  • #20
    William Gibson
    “The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
    William Gibson, Neuromancer

  • #21
    Irvin S. Cobb
    “He also could feel it in his nostrils like an impalpable soot; the emanations of the millions about them, packed away at night in layers like martins in martin boxes and by day wriggling and squirming down between the tall buildings like larvae enclosed within the ribs of a dead horse; and with this effluvia of humans, the taint of burnt gasoline and burnt lubricating oils and the smoke and the coal grit and the dirt motes that were churned and rechurned and never at rest— the Pollen of the City.”
    Irvin S. Cobb, On an Island that Cost Twenty-Four Dollars

  • #22
    Irvin S. Cobb
    “In the country, a good he-snowstorm makes a lovely design for putting on a holiday greetings card. In the city it just makes an infernal mess for the street-cleaning department to wrestle with. … By midday of next day it would be licked to a custard— molten into puddles of foggy slush where cellar furnaces exhaled their hot breath up out of sidewalk gratings, roiled and fouled and crunched down beneath the heels and the tires of the town, flung up in crumply billows by the conscripted shovel crews, and under the park trees and on the park meadows would show a stark and grayish cast like the face of a grimy pauper whose corpse the undertaker scanted. And the longer it stayed there the sootier and the dirtier and the deader-looking it would get to be. You may worry the city with your winter weathers; you cannot keep her licked for any great length of time.”
    Irvin S. Cobb, On an Island that Cost Twenty-Four Dollars

  • #23
    Irvin S. Cobb
    “By now the moon was well down. Over the tree tops they had seen her cruise across the heavens to strike on a reef of jagged clouds, and now she foundered among them in the semblance of a ruined galleon, the sails lost overboard, the belly-shaped hull punctured; and just above her there swung a single red star, like a riding light set on an invisible spar to mark the wreck.

    But the moon had come up, not as a ship but as a tipsy tile-layer. First, across her contract, she flung a long stepladder of celestial gold; then so wrought that the waves all turned to silver scallops with a separate bright rime for each separate tessellation. But the job was done only to be undone. As the wind went down with her, the water was smoothing out; the checkers were vanishing, the paved surface, between the shores, changing and tarnishing to a duller metal. Catching tone from this, the woodland grew denser and darker. Open spaces which ten minutes before had been glades for the fairies to dance in were mysteries for witchcraft now.”
    Irvin S. Cobb, On an Island that Cost Twenty-Four Dollars

  • #24
    Irvin S. Cobb
    “Daylight would have shown a wilderness weathered and blowzy, a wanton that had lived her summer too fast and too greedily. It would have shown the white birches pale and shivering in a sudden ague, and here and there an ash or a sumac burning red, like a hectic spot, where the first frosts already had set the marks of their galloping consumption on the cheek of the forest, giving warning of the time when the white plague of the winter would make a massacre of all this present glory and turn the trees to naked skeletons and stretch a bony bare cadaver on every steeper hillside to bleach there until the snows covered things up. But now the kindly nighttime had all signs and threats of approaching death, so that each shriveled speckled leaf, as revealed and traced in the waning light, seemed flawless — a perfect part of a perfect tapestry.”
    Irvin S. Cobb, On an Island that Cost Twenty-Four Dollars

  • #25
    Irvin S. Cobb
    “Reelfoot is, and has always been, a lake of mystery.

    In places it is bottomless. Other places the skeletons of the cypress-trees that went down when the earth sank, still stand upright so that if the sun shines from the right quarter, and the water is less muddy than common, a man, peering face downward into its depths, sees, or thinks he sees, down below him the bare top-limbs upstretching like drowned men's fingers, all coated with the mud of years and bandaged with pennons of the green lake slime.”
    Irvin S. Cobb, Fishhead

  • #26
    Bruce Sterling
    “Death defeats us in the end. But our children are our revenge against it.”
    Bruce Sterling, Schismatrix Plus

  • #27
    Terrance Dicks
    “The trouble with the scientific approach, thought the Brigadier, was that it left you at the mercy of your scientists.”
    Terrance Dicks, Doctor Who and the Auton Invasion

  • #28
    Neil Gaiman
    “What's your name,' Coraline asked the cat. 'Look, I'm Coraline. Okay?'
    'Cats don't have names,' it said.
    'No?' said Coraline.
    'No,' said the cat. 'Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.”
    Neil Gaiman, Coraline

  • #29
    Neil Gaiman
    “I don't want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn't mean anything? What then?”
    Neil Gaiman, Coraline

  • #30
    Neal Stephenson
    “Jack the sound barrier. Bring the noise.”
    Neal Stephenson, Snow Crash



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