Zod Wallop Quotes

“He had to take sleep by surprise. Preparing for bed simply alerted insomnia, brought all the busy thoughts, the renegade remorses and guilts and recriminations.”
― William Browning Spencer, Zod Wallop

“Just because of a single bad thing, you want to hurt everything with a hurt so bad that there will be a big nothing forever and forever and forever.”
― William Browning Spencer, Zod Wallop

“My little bundle of screams, he thought. My sweet mortification.”
― William Browning Spencer, Zod Wallop

“He stopped at a gas station, filled the car up, and realized he was empty himself. He lost track of his body sometimes, and he was always surprised when it announced its demands.”
― William Browning Spencer, Zod Wallop

“He just wanted the world to be bigger than it was, more fantastic. He wanted to believe in evil trolls and fairies and elves. Other children grew out of such fantasies. Raymond, alas, grew into them. They were very real for Raymond.”
― William Browning Spencer, Zod Wallop

“He had to take sleep by surprise. Preparing for bed simply alerted insomnia, brought all the busy thoughts, the renegade remorses and guilts and recriminations. The trick was just to close his eyes. Sometimes he slept.”
― William Browning Spencer, Zod Wallop

“a psychiatrist’s subconscious must be quite a swamp, a sort of public restroom.”
― William Browning Spencer, Zod Wallop

“In the midst of writing a poem, he suddenly realized that there was not a single pursuit he could think of that was so trivial, so superfluous to living. He was in an academic setting, of course, and that could have been part of the problem. Here poetry was published in slim, arch magazines and read by perhaps twenty-five people who published in the same journals. But it was not just this elitism that troubled Furman. He realized, in the midst of composition, that he could attach any adjective to any noun (the "arbitrary teapot" or the "truculent rose," for instance) and then cobble up some sort of meaning to suit the phrase. There seemed something despicable in this wordplay, a kind of intellectual self-abuse.

Perhaps, he thought, it was only his own poetry that he despised. But no, he discovered that he hated the poetry of all his peers, and, incredibly, all poetry ever written. Behind every poem there seemed to crouch an immensely self-involved ego, the sort of man or woman who would let the infant cry in its cradle while seeking just the right nuance of tone and cadence. The people who wrote poetry were to be avoided as were the poems that emanated from them like methane gas seeping from a swamp.”
― William Browning Spencer, Zod Wallop

“She loved Harry and so, when he disappeared, when he withdrew into vagueness and alcohol, she had despised him passionately.”
― William Browning Spencer, Zod Wallop

“Instantly, the black water enfolded him, cooled him to his heart, and declared, "There is no hope; there never was."

The darkness was absolute, and full of the silence of a trapped scream.”
― William Browning Spencer, Zod Wallop

“Look," Harry told Dr. Moore. "I'm not the suicidal type. That's too melodramatic for me." Besides, Harry thought, the Great Tiredness was every bit as good as death. There was no color here, no pain, no emotional weather at all, just an occasional oddness that was the outside world trying to puff itself up into significance when, of course, the secret of the Great Tiredness, the truth of this realm, was that everything was arbitrary and meaningless.”
― William Browning Spencer, Zod Wallop

“Instantly, the black water enfolded him, cooled him to his heart, and declared, "There is no hope; there never was." The saints was absolute, and full of the silence of a trapped scream.”
― William Browning Spencer, Zod Wallop

“body bowed forward as though she were”
― William Browning Spencer, Zod Wallop