Crazy Daisy Quotes

“I haunt the haunted.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“The mind of the demented was a dangerous place to play and the psychologist never wanted to stay too long for fear of not finding her way back.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“In the end, all we have is memories.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“The mind of the demented was a dangerous place to place to play and the psychologist never wanted to stay too long for fear of not finding her way back.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“The avenging spirit inside her was pulling her strings now, tearing her between this dark possession and a darker obsession.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“The children’s eyes twinkled in the darkness, but it was their silence that gave their mother unending chills and everlasting fear, Amen.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“The colour of the rat made a difference. Could it be that The Auld Seagull was a rat racist?”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“Staff members sharing a coffee witnessed a more tender side of the black-hearted matron as she tiptoed about the canteen in a demented version of The Nutcracker.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“Staff members sharing a coffee saw a more tender side of the black-hearted matron as she tiptoed about the canteen in a demented version of The Nutcracker.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“My name is Daisy, but you may know me as Crazy Daisy.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“Bogdan blinked profusely, eyes widening, frowning at the empty desk in confusion. He shook his head…and shook…and shook until his face was nothing but a mind-warping blur. The Romanian whimpered and moaned helplessly as his head quaked and shuddered.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“The drunk watched it come from between the man’s lips, a small nebulous cloud that kind of looked like the foreigner was blowing a bubble of fog in his unconscious state. The shroud floated silently from his lips and hovered over his chest, almost sitting on his sternum. In the adjacent cell, Connie forgot to breathe when he saw a face — a woman’s face — manifest in the cloud, looking about the cell in slow motion. The long lank hair, albino white, hung about her doughy pale face in wet strands. The closed mouth was too wide for the face and didn’t appear to have lips, just a thin line curving into a vague amphibious Mona Lisa smile which took Connie back five decades to his childhood pet frog, Leap. The black eyes moved slowly about the room, left and right. That nightmarish countenance turned to Connie and held him in its vacant gaze. He saw how the mouth opened and closed, almost like a fish…or was she saying something to him? The eyes weren’t completely black. Connie made out a fine ring of white around the rims of those hallucinogenic pupils. Her eyes were two solar eclipses.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“My darlin’ and I made blackberry pie. My, oh my, that blackberry pie…”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“My darlin’ and I, made blackberry pie. My, oh my, that blackberry pie…”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“That hatred she took to her early grave fermented in the sepulchre to become an unholy monstrosity, Father…”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“The real supernatural power wallows in the deepest stretches of the river, Father. She's down in the weeds where the sun doesn’t shine, trawling the riverbed.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“You’re a make-believe man!”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“In all his evangelical glory, Bogdan popped up and stared down at the taxi driver from the rancid dumpster like a delirious Jack-in-the-Box. ‘I feel restless.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel

“It was but a brief window in this tower of madness and mayhem, for the true carnival of horror was waiting just inside the door.”
― Jonathan Dunne, Crazy Daisy: An Old Castle Novel