Gateways to Abomination Quotes

“I drove on, and between the north and southbound lanes a construction crew worked under daylight-bright industrial lamps. I saw them through a gauzy fog of dust and strong light...they wore blood-red vests and hardhats and massive goggles, and as the road sank I saw that the workers were bone thin, with skeletal jaws and long teeth. They labored on platforms over gaping holes in the earth, and among the men, piled atop rickety pallets, lolled babies, piles of them, in ashy cerements. I could not tell whether the crew was excavating or burying them.”
― Matthew M. Bartlett, Gateways to Abomination

“Among the most ghastly sounds a man can hear is the sound of a voice in what he thought was an empty house.”
― Matthew M. Bartlett, Gateways to Abomination

“Benjamin was cackling and it shot fear through me and shutters and blinds closed and horses reared and the ghostly sun took shelter in an ancient elm and my throat was full of blood and dogs barked like an insane chorus and I was home and new born and ready to fuck.”
― Matthew M. Bartlett, Gateways to Abomination

“I was on a stool at the counter of the Look Diner, moving my scrambled eggs around the plate in the coagulating pool of ketchup and staring at my gray coffee, when the man walked in carrying his brain in his cupped hands. The man wore a wrinkled gray suit over a pristine white Arrow shirt. He was of indeterminate age, with flattened dank hair and skin as white as his shirt. His mouth was agape, his eyes glazed with fear. He dropped down onto the stool next to mine, his legs slackening. Wordlessly, I slid over a bowl empty save a few tenacious flakes of dried oatmeal. Without acknowledging me, the man gingerly placed his brain in the bowl.”
― Matthew M. Bartlett, Gateways to Abomination