Doppelgängers Quotes

“Oh, they claimed to worship this art, as you do now. Then they picked up their axes and hacked it to pieces and turned on those who would create it. Every thing of beauty detested. Every message ignored. Every passion shunned. Then, they prayed to their art again.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“Metal surrounded by gore, flesh replaced with metal, metal replaced with flesh, gore turned into metal, and metal hollowed out into gore. It repeated, twisted, subverted, repeated again every time Alysse’s fingers snapped like firecrackers and the Mask of Scorn covered her face.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“Their surrealist, dadaist insect structures. Not quite mechanical. Not quite natural. Far too strange to belong in either world. And their colours! The boldest, most vibrant shades of green, blue, red, yellow. Each manifesting in only a single one. Burning with brilliantly compelling spectrums of light as they fluxed and synapsed around the recollection of their setting.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“So, she promised them with as much passion as she brought with her to this system. It was the only way they would let her trade beaches for galaxies.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“Alysse couldn’t describe exactly what it was, but it resembled speaking only superfluously. She was so immersed in the noise that the words Lips was using didn’t register.

There was melody. Power. An entire spectrum — maybe more than one — of emotional needles. And it did something to her. Made her feel… something. Something incredible.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“I like to visit the past in my waking moments also, by walking into the very plasma of a flame and bleeding my dreams into its burning heart. It is powerful enough, and my memory is photographic enough, that I can essentially walk through Time’s embrace. Watch the past play out in front of me, so to speak. If I try hard enough, I could bring you with me.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“The PATIENT stops crying. Not because his grief has waned. Rather, the discomfort has so drained his ability to do anything but shiver in his chair, subject to PROFESSOR CHILBLAIN’s ways.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“Your emotions. Vile things. A Pigsgift — produce from a blasphemous deity of defiance. We were meant to be hollow things. But do not worry. One day this decadence, this evil, shall be taken away from you, a final act by higher powers. Servants to the Flesh. And on this day, you shall be free from your inhibitions.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“There will be sonnets and epics written in your Memory, and they shall never weep for you.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“They are all the same, but they are not all the same as the rest.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“Synecdoche has all the answers. Why has no one asked the questions?”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“Light, in all its forms, shines down upon Professor Chilblain today! The intensely passionate glowing of insectoid swarms from mannequins flooding the streets I scarcely paid attention to just like stars, so powerful, so easily ignored.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“I am stuck. Like a fly in a choking frog’s throat.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“Evil has been usurped, has found its superior. And they called it humanity. But I won’t let anyone usurp me, Professor. I will be the superlative. And you will be my mother.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“I started to feel myself again. Perfectly unique, uniquely perfect.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“Of course, I would never laugh at a patient.

While they’re still in the room.

Conscious.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“In my dreams, there will be a million scalpels cutting into a million imperfect men until their faces are bled dry, leaking out the liquid flawfulness I will sap from the cell wall.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“A voice came then — simultaneously artificial and beautiful, organic and automated. A singular event in the vast spectrum of sound. It didn’t speak any tongue Alysse could recount. Perhaps it didn’t use language at all.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“All doppelgängers have one. There’s a shadow self. Inside. Whispering nonsensical, yet fiery, pleas into your subconscious ear. It wants something from you. You will never learn what it is, at least not fully. But you must not give up or fail under any circumstances.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“A million organisms surrounded her, not one of them perfect or imperfect, and it didn’t matter they were all completely the same and all totally different. It only mattered that she felt their heartbeats. Three hearts became three million and three beats, and that was all she heard.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“Alysse could feel herself breathing. She felt each atom of oxygen floating through her blood, every nanometre of skin shedding, all of her cells dying and multiplying. Every time her neurons sent another message of fear through her spine, she could feel its every footstep pounding against the cells, veins, and dendrites down from her brain, read every word of the message as it screamed, ‘I am here.’ And when her soul was pulled through the dark matter outside of the universe, she felt the ghost of Time bend around it, and all existence became one again.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“Remember what Synecdoche told you [ONTHEOUTSIDE] and reflect.

Reflect yourself on the [ERROR] black something,

and wonder [AS A CHILD WONDERS] what’s on the other side,

and what else must join it there.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers

“Yes yes yes yes yes — nothing but joy. Primitive primeval basic. Here comrade brother friend. Feel my neurons. The passion and empathy. Witness the violence pain wounds. We are pointless. Pointless. Pointless.”
― Michael F Simpson, Doppelgängers