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“I’m not wise at all. I told you, I know nothing. I know books, and I know how to string words together—it doesn’t mean I know how to speak about the things that matter most to me.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“Why is the world like this? How is the world like this? How is it that humans have created a society that allows a child to come to the conclusion that they would be better off dead than alive because they like the same sex?”
― Aaron H. Aceves, This Is Why They Hate Us

“There's something horribly unfair about dying in the middle of a good story, before you have a chance to see how it all comes out. Of course, I suppose everyone ALWAYS dies in the middle of a good story, in a sense. Your own story. Or the story of your grandchildren. Death is a raw deal for narrative junkies.”
― Joe Hill, The Fireman

“I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

“The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn't real. I know that, and I also know that if I'm careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.”
― Stephen King, Night Shift

“Silence has a different quality to it when you're the only one left alive. It's thicker. Heavier somehow.”
― S.A. Barnes, Dead Silence

“I felt like it needed some color down there, so I painted the walls with the motherfucker.”
― Joe Hill, NOS4A2

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.”
― Stephen King

“Humor is almost always anger with its make-up on.”
― Stephen King, Bag of Bones

“It sets off a strange sense of dislocation in my brain. Like it can’t be real. Or I’m not. But maybe that’s just because of the dead princess floating in the corner.”
― S.A. Barnes, Dead Silence

“She breathed deeply of the scent of decaying fiction, disintegrating history, and forgotten verse, and she observed for the first time that a room full of books smelled like dessert: a sweet snack made of figs, vanilla, glue, and cleverness.”
― Joe Hill, NOS4A2

“Maybe all the schemes of the devil were nothing compared to what man could think up.”
― Joe Hill, Horns

“I guess Satan was the first superhero [...] In his first adventure, he took the form of a snake to free two prisoners being held naked in a Third World jungle prison by an all-powerful megalomaniac. At the same time, he broadened their diet and introduced them to their own sexuality.”
― Joe Hill, Horns

“It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.”
― Joe Hill, Horns

“I see God now as an unimaginative writer of popular fictions, someone who builds stories around sadistic and graceless plots, narratives that exist only to express His terror of a woman's power to choose who and how to love, to redefine love as she sees fit, not as God thinks it ought to be. The author is unworthy of His own characters.”
― Joe Hill, Horns

“Terror is the desire to save your own ass, but horror is rooted in sympathy.”
― Joe Hill

“So, lemme get this right. We're gonna make a go of it. You and me? Togevver? Even though I'm orange and you're mental?”
― Alexis Hall, Glitterland

“And I was pretty sure this was how love felt: fuzzy and scary and confusing and light enough to whisk you away like a Tesco’s bag on the wind.”
― Alexis Hall, Boyfriend Material

“Get busy living or get busy dying.”
― Stephen King, Different Seasons

“Our minds are truly the one place where no one else can follow us. Even if we try, if we constantly express every thought that comes to mind, if we exist as a walking stream of consciousness, we won’t be able to convey everything that’s going on. There are emotions and feelings and sensations that we’d never be able to articulate.”
― Aaron H. Aceves, This Is Why They Hate Us

“He’s broken, hurting. This, all of this, is not what I expected, it’s not the idea of him I had in my head. It makes him more real to me. And honestly, it makes him beautiful. He’s trying so hard to be himself. All he wants is for the people he loves to love him back as he is. I get that.”
― Jordon Greene, Every Word You Never Said

“I guess sometimes forever is a lot shorter than you think it's going to be.”
― Jordon Greene, Watching for Comets

“The instant is gone, time has carried us into the realm of memory, it was like this, no, it was not, and everything becomes what we choose to invent.”
― José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ

“If one waits long enough, the truth becomes a lie and a lie becomes the truth.”
― José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ

“your God is the only warden of a prison where the only prisoner is your God.”
― José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ

“The pigs, either because of the shock of it or because they hated being possessed by demons, went wild and threw themselves over the cliff, all two thousand of them, and into the lake, where they drowned.”
― José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ

“Jesus wiped his tears on the back of his hand, blew his nose, who knows where, and yes, there is no point spending the whole day here, the desert is what it is, it surrounds us, in some ways protects us, but when it comes to giving, it gives us nothing, it simply looks on, and when the sun suddenly clouds over, so that we find ourselves thinking, The sky mirrors our sorrow, we are being foolish, because the sky is quite impartial and neither rejoices in our happiness nor is cast down by our grief.”
― José Saramago, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ

“God is an absent parent who demands loyalty despite never being around...”
― Andrew Joseph White, Hell Followed With Us

“This, this here, could be worship. ‘This—’ Lucifer pressed an innocent kiss to the prince’s sweet, divine mouth. This could be religion.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels Before Man