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Stories can be a rope, pulling you from the abyss. The funny thing is, when you’re dragged out of black suicidal bleakness by a story, you have no way of knowing how many other people will touch and twist that rope. The rope itself is neutral. It can be a moment of fleeting amusement or a lifesaving grace.

Saintcrow, Lilith. SquirrelTerror . Lilith Saintcrow, LLC. Kindle Edition.

'As Gertrude Stein lay dying in the July heat of 1946 in Paris she mumbled to someone by her bedside: “What is the answer?” And when there was no answer she said: “Then what is the question?”'

'What is truth? To Santayana “truth is a dream unless my dream is true.” And André Malraux, in writing his memoirs—or “anti-memoirs,” as he called them—speculated that “the truth about a man is first of all what he hides,” but he differentiated between what a man hides and what he ignores in himself. The two are not the same.'

'Self-titled journalists submit hyperbolic review scores for movies they’ve seen or games they’ve played with urgency and weight heavily threaded within the scrutiny of entirely voluntary media.  Conservatives hate some Americans.  Liberals hate white Americans.  Clickbait articles by, for, and about either group stink of a calculated outrage that the skinny reader wisely learned to ignore.'

The Devil drank sulfurous tea; the Devil drank Dead Orange Creek. The Devil waited in the Mississippi Delta of the Mind, and his fingernails were all the dead creeks of the world.

Riddlebarger, Bram. Golden Rod (Kindle Locations 1525-1526). Thicke & Vaney Books. Kindle Edition.

I'm loving this. Pillowface is one of my favorite literary horror creations. I want Pillowface vs Creekers. Pillowface vs Clickers. Pillowface vs Earthworm Gods, Pillowface vs The Hematophages.

Oh God, it's like Octopus all over again. I really, really hope this isn't going where I think it's going.

He rose to his feet and ran while the doctors chased after him, shouting, “Hey! Stop! We only mean to kill you!”

Bassoff, Jon. The Drive-Thru Crematorium . Eraserhead Press. Kindle Edition.

'The turtle, for example, shed its shell in the afterlife. It flew around like a deflated balloon or demonic pancake, hissing curses that the Human Fish would suffer the same fate. Destiny said that every day the living dead came to watch her dance.'

Ben, I'm sorry I've slept on this one, but I'm back on track, brother.

‘That Santa Claus was a vampire! I saved all those girls from being killed. That fat bastard would have eaten the lot of ‘em.’

Anonymous. Sanchez: A Christmas Carol (Bourbon Kid) . Black Shadow Press. Kindle Edition.

If you people aren't reading the Red Mohawk, Bourbon Kid and Sanchez books, you are LOST!