Hex Quotes

“People find hope, comfort, or confidence in making the sign of the cross or not walking under a ladder, just as you find hope and confidence in offering a pennant to the witch. Magic exists in the minds of those who believe in it, not in its actual influence on reality.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“This is all it takes for people to plunge into insanity: one night alone with themselves and what they fear the most.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Later, when he was able to see the bigger picture, he imagined that wild animals must feel the same kind of uncontrollable fear when they first inhaled the smoky air of a forest fire.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Magic exists in the minds of those who believe in it, not in its actual influence on reality.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Every last grain of idealism would be sacrificed on the altar of safety.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“People desperately resisted the idea of their own death by looking away for as long as they could and avoiding the subject.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“In Black Spring they knew that desperate needs led to desperate deeds.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Isto é o quanto basta para as pessoas mergulharem na insanidade: uma noite a sós consigo mesmas e o que mais temem.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex: Uma bruxa clássica - Um terror moderno

“What he doesn't realize is that his sanity is swaying like a tightrope walker over a dangerous sea of madness and his rationality is dissolving, just as an ominous thought emerges from beyond and moves stealthily through his mind: nibble, nibble like a mouse; tomorrow everyone will die.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Nevertheless, he finally felt the familiar calm descend on him that he recognized from his years of dealing with fucked-up, hectic situations, which allowed him to turn off his morality with only a dim, oppressive sense of pain, like anesthesia wearing off.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“We may be fucked up here, but that’s a whole nother level of fucked-upness.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“When these faces smile, he no longer recognizes them. They’re faces that have forgotten how to smile. They’re faces with too much skin on them, too many wrinkles for their years. They’re faces that are leading lives of their own, and every day they sag a little further. They’re flattened faces, grim faces, faces under insurmountable stress. They’re the faces of Black Spring. And when they try to smile, it looks like they’re screaming.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Want de confrontatie ermee betekende aanvaarding, en dat was de eerste stap naar de dag dat de pijn zou ophouden en de warme herinneringen zouden beginnen.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Robert Grim cut off the conversation, his thoughts wandered off to dwell on a tempting fantasy in which he bit off Colton Mathers’s scrotum, spat it out, and beat his convulsing testicles to a pulp with a croquet mallet on his mother’s old butcher block.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, HEX

“Surely those people could slip her a goat, Griselda thought scornfully.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, HEX

“Além do mais, se sacrificar algo que não importa pra você, de que vale?”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex: Uma bruxa clássica - Um terror moderno

“A humanidade já provou inúmeras vezes que tem uma tendência a atravessar barreiras que não deveria.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex: Uma bruxa clássica - Um terror moderno

“A resignation had fallen over the townsfolk that Steve found even more uncanny than the earlier tension. They looked like people who knew they had done something dreadful, something irreversible … and something they could easily live with.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“In Grim’s humble opinion, the people of the Hudson Valley were ill-bred, loud, beer-swilling wife beaters and, worst of all, they lacked the common sense to take full advantage of their geographic location. To the east they had the Hudson to collectively drown themselves in, and to the south they had Bear Mountain State Park, where they could mate unashamedly with beavers and white-tailed deer and effectively implement their own extinction.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“The events of the past days began to come back to him now, slow and fragmented, like pieces of driftwood washing ashore in the aftermath of a shipwreck.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Steve listened to the councilman's sermon in a state of hypnosis and again he felt the strange magnetism that the man exuded. Mathers was like a preacher of hellfire and brimstone who called down terror from the pulpit, and it had its effect: Steve realized he was afraid, just senselessly afraid.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Later I stopped believing in witches, so I did it as a balancing exercise.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Griselda felt no shame, only the slow, endless drizzle that always saturated her mind.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Humanity has proven time and time again that it has a tendency to cross boundaries it shouldn’t.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“A magia existe nas mentes daqueles que acreditam nela, não em sua verdadeira influência sobre a realidade.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Claire Hammer was an intimidatingly beautiful woman, except for a rather high forehead that she shouldn’t emphasize so much. On the way to the property they had talked about how to tackle the situation. Claire preferred an emotional approach and some sissy story about family ties and childhood memories. Grim was convinced that when dealing with these kinds of career geeks it was best to shoot straight from the hip, and he didn’t listen to her. It was because of her forehead. It distracted him. There was something expendable about a woman with an overly high forehead—especially if she emphasized it like that.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“A couple of the old ladies sat down on the bench near the fountain and the bronze washerwoman. Others had ambled into the cemetery—to check out the accommodations, Tyler guessed.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Having fled to the New World, but with the scars of the Old World still etched in their skin, they had burned casks of pitch and herbs in the streets to drive away the tainted pestilential air while carrying their dead in sinister processions to be burned on pyres, all the while spreading the disease by excising their infected buboes. And here their descendants were driven one by one into the Hudson on a winter morning, never to be found.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“A revolutionary and disturbingly altruistic part of him saw the world as divided into people from Black Spring and people outside Black Spring. Preferably with lots of rusty barbed wire in between. Under ten thousand volts, if possible.”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex

“Robert, calm down,” Claire’s forehead implored,”
― Thomas Olde Heuvelt, Hex