A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe Quotes

“other form without the prior written permission of the author, although permission may easily be obtained upon receipt of compliments and winky-glances while you lick your lips and make suggestive motions with a straw. To the extent these stories may be reproduced, they shall be reproduced only like cancer cells, until they crowd out and destroy all other stories they appear alongside of; to the extent they may be transmitted, they shall be transmitted without words, without thoughts, and without consent, appearing in the mind as if they’ve always been there, just waiting to be unearthed; and to the extent these stories shall be distributed, they shall be distributed surreptitiously and with some degree of shame, a hushed secret, an ignoble pact.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“The fear dissipated. Thomas was free, and whirling about him like faerie dust was the fullness of life, which was, he realized, only the feeling of being free from terror, of knowing security. But it was the best feeling in the world. To know security was the highest form of enlightenment.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“. In some sense you know this already, but you still frame your life as some hero’s quest that gets a hero’s reward. But it doesn’t work that way, my friend. It just doesn’t work that way. No audience is going to throw their popcorn at the screen for the choices you make. No one would even know. And if you think being good means allowing cruelty to go unchecked, then that’s a whole ‘nother conversation.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“Back to his room afterwards, where he stayed up too late and, even when he tried, couldn't fall asleep. This was his time, alone at night, when he was safe, away from the bullies and tormentors”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“I was always one of those people who was very sweet, loving and loyal to people who I cared about, but could never give a shit about strangers. That was my life, and that's sort of my life now. Maybe I died and went to heaven!”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“He thought it’d be funny to open one of those Mars Corp boxes and grab a Snickers. Maybe he’s in a Snickers commercial right now? Maybe he was just hungry/angry. Getting Hangry? He’d bite into a Snickers Bar and be in zen peace. Wouldn’t that be funny?”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“He agreed, and waited for his turn to talk to tell her about another project of his. He told her he had an idea for a horror-themed porn, where the Devil forced a guy to choose between getting back together with his terrible ex-girlfriend or having to sleep only with men. She looked up at him, nodding slightly and skeptically, as if expecting another bit of information to clarify what she'd just heard.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“Moon Project was his placeholder name for the side project he'd been talking about for a while. He and his friend Matt wanted to create an app that, after giving you the weather, displayed particularly evocative depictions of the moon and the general weather conditions, done in a heavily-stylized chiaroscuro.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“in those precious but wasted minutes after he had gotten ready but before he had to leave for work that he was most susceptible to sentimentalism”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“But what this means, don't you understand? If it lived with us five years ago, that explains so much, doesn't it, Harold?" Harold was shaking his head, feebly munching on nuts, wishing he had the big box with him to partially hide behind, realizing now that the wine was a bad idea. An ache in his forehead and sinuses now predominated, his skull rattling as he shook his head. "It means, you know, the problems we had, the way things worked out, were ...." She didn't know how to word it, and couldn't even believe she'd have to. It was so patently intuitive. A phenomena not subject to rational explanation had made their home its home, about five years ago. And thusly, so had Harold begun to act the way he acted, itself a phenomena not subject to rational explanation.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“like a 1950s tough guy he shared absolutely no cultural DNA with, but which he sometimes channeled when he was drunk and with company.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“she was acting now, and she didn't like it. That isn't what she came her for: what she came here for took courage, not something to be s”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“a sharp, hot glance, as if he just needed to express his anger but couldn't let anyone else see it, then became sulky and sullen like he was really enduring a terrible privation, which could quickly fester into something worse, more toxic, unless the guilty party inquired, pleaded, apologized and maybe groveled enough to pull him back into the orbit of conversation. He hadn't done that, yet, but it was something she had to look out for.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“Like when you go to an art museum and there’s an exhibit on some ancient art and the description makes it sound so amazing and majestic but it’s really just kind of disappointing, doesn’t stand up to what artists could do nowadays.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“Just know that there is such a thing as true transcendent connectivity. It can be used for good or ill. When it’s good, it’s a feeling of such bliss. To feel all your problems slip away. Wouldn’t it be nice for all your fears, your failures, your self-hatred and loathing, everything you think is wrong about yourself, to just disappear. I know you feel listless and bored and cranky. I know what that feeling is like. I know you feel like life is essentially meaningless and boring and disappointing, and in a sense, it is, at least in the way life is currently lived. But there are other ways. There’s a way to get there, too. It’s a true connectivity with the universe.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“. I was applying for other jobs myself and also around that time I think I was going on a couple of MeetUps, maybe because I wanted to avoid a situation where I depended too much on just one friend. That’s a situation I’ve found myself in several times over the years and my time in New York had been no different.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“Keep it together, you got this” — sounded like some pull-quote from some garbage television show or something, and the look he made after, searching for recognition, only lent credence to that conclusion.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“Angela had presented an insurmountable obstacle. Angela would have been able to mentally and, apparently, physically torture her, without redress, as long as Carol had stayed at that office. Sure, people were a little suspicious of Angela after this incident. Maybe Angela would think twice before forcing out the next employee she didn’t like. Maybe there’d been a little polish off that apple, but nothing fatal. Angela was a good worker, after all, and strange things happen. People would forget about it in a year or so. Just an unusually vicious co-worker spat. Carol knew that. But she’d done something, at least. Life could be inscrutable, it could be horrendously unfair. But you make do, as Angela said, with what you have, the best you can.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“A yellow parakeet flew straight up from Shoshana’s desk, furiously beating its wings. It came toward Carol unnaturally, in too straight of a line. Carol stared, transfixed at how fast it fluttered. The little yellow bird’s head shot straight off and its wings bloodlessly detached. Carol, mesmerized, still heard the fluttering, which continued without reason, and stared slackly at what was left of the little bird, its skinny feathered body, without head or wings, still heading toward her. As it approached, it exploded with a great popping sound into a sparkling confetti of pastel, cartoonish stars.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“You might as well come and see me,” the voice said. She concentrated on the voice sounding in her mind, to hear it in Angela’s high, usually friendly voice. It didn’t work. If anything, the voice was interpreted as Carol’s own. But that couldn’t be. It would never not be disconcerting to hear a voice inside your mind that should be your own but whose provenance could not be determined.”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe

“Carol’s”
― J.R. Hamantaschen, A Deep Horror That Was Very Nearly Awe