Black Moon Quotes

“There are spaces between the events we see where things get past us. Magicians know this too, with their sleight of hand tricks. If you can find the rhythm of those spaces, the openings in time, you can hide whole worlds inside them.”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“The Moon was just a sickle of light, hanging in the sky among a wild spray of stars. All that cosmic luminance, traveling for millions of years, amounted to nothing more than a pale patch on the carpet.”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“If you stay awake long enough, you have dreams whether you're sleeping or not, hallucinations. It's where we really live, and when we're awake, we're just coming up for air.”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“People were her greatest fear, and in the simple math of her reasoning, there were more here, around them, going slowly insane.”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“Maybe that's where it started and they brought it back from the desert, some kind of contagious psychic wound, guilt based. Maybe it's the dark matter, invisibly making up most of the universe. Maybe it was methane thawing at the bottom of the sea, releasing some ancient spore from the melted icebergs. Maybe it was the hole in the ozone, the collapse of the upper atmosphere. Maybe it was the overload of information, the swarms of data generated by every human gesture. Maybe it was the networking craze, the resurrection of dead friendships and memories meant to be lost, now resurfacing like rusted shipwrecks to reclaim our attention and scramble our sense of time. Maybe it was the death of an artist at the hands of a zealot. Maybe it was the particles made to collide. Maybe the mapping of the genome. Maybe the clashing of gods, the tug-of-war over our souls, not one of them refusing to let go, instead opting to see us sliced in two by Soloman's sword. Maybe it was food becoming a prop for food. Maybe it was a distant comet dusting us with its tail of poisoned ice. Maybe it was someone uttering a combination of syllables that should never be uttered. Maybe it was the emergence of collective intelligence, the flattening of the world. Maybe the game we inhabit had a glitch. Maybe the angel's horn had finally been blown.”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“There is a constant pressure, surging and eroding away the walls we have erected over the millenia by migrating the contents of our dreams into this world. Everything around us, the remnants of our world, was birthed in a dream, brought forth and hardened under the sun. Sleep is a bridge over which these fantastic constructions have been passed, piece by piece, particle by particle.”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“The walls were lined with shelves, and she insulated their nest with volumes collected over the years. Their decor was the many colorful spines.”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“I'm like the bottom of the ocean inside, crushing submarines.”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“himself of any significant downtime. He had a plan that involved pills and some showmanship, but first some quick sleep out of view was necessary. He went into the park and looked around before pushing into the shrubbery. They used to picnic here, blanket spread on the lawn. Carolyn rolling up her sleeves to get”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“of nighttime sky. He felt the impact in his teeth, the shatter in his chest. A storm was gathering behind dark windows and closed doors. It could spill out”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“a few floors higher, someone was throwing fistfuls of paper from an open window. The sheets drifted and turned like leaves in the air funneling between the buildings. Biggs crossed to the other side to avoid a stoop where, earlier, he had seen dogs tearing at an unidentifiable carcass—white bone shining through the marbled meat. He ducked”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“She was too cautious about entanglements, too resistant to make room for other people’s stories in her own narrative.”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“What happened to the dreams they were having when they died? Did those dreams continue?”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“I want to want to sleep so terribly, terribly bad,”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“Then it was this tribe of cops themselves who shot out the surveillance cameras and aisle mirrors before snorting crushed pills off the floor and chugging cough syrups.”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“Cities were the flashpoint of consciousness, distant from suburban somnolence.”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“The water moved under her, a black flow of melted glass. The thick electric wash of cricketsong, swarming particles of noise. Soon the desert stars seemed to blaze just beyond reach.”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon

“She saw it happening like stars going out, one by one. Her online friends dropping off and never returning. Everything was shutting down, going dark.”
― Kenneth Calhoun, Black Moon