Through a Glass, Darkly Quotes

“That's why all humans are so afraid to die. Nobody wants to think they don't matter.”
― Nenia Campbell, Through a Glass, Darkly

“It's like being numb most of the time,” she tried to explain, tried to calm herself down by putting words to feelings. “Everything feels gray, but when I do feel something, it's like I feel it more than most people and it hurts—it hurts me, personally, like the pain was made for me in mind. And suddenly—numb doesn't feel so bad.”
― Nenia Campbell, Through a Glass, Darkly

“Solus walked over to the young brown-haired man and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, ignoring the look of panic he received in return. "You can call me Solus." His golden eyes trailed meaningfully down the mortal's body before he added, softly, "I've been told it's easier to scream.”
― Nenia Campbell, Through a Glass, Darkly

“Fire and water, logic and reason—those footholds of reality that you mortals hold so near and dear become like so much mist on the plains of the dreamscape.”
― Nenia Campbell, Through a Glass, Darkly

“Is that something you fantasize about? Being held down and taken against your will until you come? It's in all the books you asked me to buy for you. Every single one.”
― Nenia Campbell, Through a Glass, Darkly

““In the Victorian age, he would have been an opium addict. A portrait of Byronic tragedy and Gothic ruin. In the Medieval period, he would have glutted himself on the blood lust and the religious fervor of the Crusades, falling on the twin pyres of courtly love and the denial of self-abstention. In the 1950s, it was quaint Americana, chain-smoking, and drinking. Fast cars, rock music, and fucking,” he spat the word. “He was dying when I turned him. I think he knew.”
― Nenia Campbell, Through a Glass, Darkly

“It's strange, really, how time passes. You don't even notice the world is changing until one day, you look around you and realize that everything around you is different.”
― Nenia Campbell, Through a Glass, Darkly

“The human body was nothing more than a well-oiled machine that was slowly burning itself out of fuel, ticking along until it returned to the inertia of nonexistence.”
― Nenia Campbell, Through a Glass, Darkly

“I'm only gilt on the surface. Below that, it's darkness all the way down.”
― Nenia Campbell, Through a Glass, Darkly