December Park Quotes

“But mostly my bedroom was a shrine to books. There were lots of Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Robert McCammon, Peter Straub, and Ray Bradbury, since horror stories were my favorite.”
― Ronald Malfi, December Park

“[...] the thought of entering that stale, tomb-like house again caused my skin to break out into braille.”
― Ronald Malfi, December Park

“My father said nothing. I could no longer read what was going on behind his eyes. Since Charles’s death”
― Ronald Malfi, December Park

“I didn’t necessarily believe in ghosts, but I did believe in the power a place could hold, could retain, and how the land resonated with echoes of its past. Charles had once told me that sometimes the places where bad things happened would suck up that badness like a sponge sucks up water. The badness gets stuck and rots and becomes like a stain, even if you couldn’t see anything. An invisible stain, like on cop shows on TV, and how even after blood is cleaned up you can still find it with a black light.”
― Ronald Malfi, December Park

“The cold caused tears to burst from my eyes, and wind shear caused them to stream along my temples where they froze.”
― Ronald Malfi, December Park

“And summer boiled our souls.”
― Ronald Malfi, December Park

“When I wrote, I entered a fantasy world. That old typewriter was the machine that took me there and brought me safely back. I didn’t know if I could get there from someone’s spare word processor. Moreover, I thought that once you stopped writing words and started processing them, those wonderful fantasy worlds became harder and harder to visit.”
― Ronald Malfi, December Park