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The Weird: A Compendium of Strange and Dark Stories QUOTES

The Weird: A Compendium of Strange and Dark Stories QUOTES

1 " the trees were putting on their September garments, brown and red and yellow, "

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2 " If I were you, I would never tell ugly stories about ingenious ways of killing people, for you never can tell but that someone at the table may be tired of his or her nearest and dearest. "

― , The Weird: A Compendium of Strange and Dark Stories

3 " The gods are here, if they are anywhere at all in the world. "

― , The Weird: A Compendium of Strange and Dark Stories

4 " I felt as if the whole house was like a living organism slowly and imperceptibly digesting me by the action of some stupefying gastric juice. "

― , The Weird: A Compendium of Strange and Dark Stories

5 " During the day I would go to my work worn and tired, cursing the bewitching night and her empty dreams, but as night came my daily life with its bonds and shackles of work would appear a petty, false, ludicrous vanity. "

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6 " the longer I looked the more certain I became that these figures were real and living, though perhaps not according to the standards that the camera and the biologist would insist upon. "

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7 " subtle or bold, The Weird acknowledges that our search for understanding about worlds beyond our own cannot always be found in science or religion and thus becomes an alternative path for exploration of the numinous. "

― , The Weird: A Compendium of Strange and Dark Stories

8 " Courage is no more than learning to live with your fear. "

― , The Weird: A Compendium of Strange and Dark Stories

9 " Above all, don’t think, for what you think happens! "

― , The Weird: A Compendium of Strange and Dark Stories

10 " a girl as pale as the moon’s reflection in a rain barrel. "

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11 " I turned to Toine. ‘Don’t they seem calmer?’ ‘Don’t count on it, son. We’ll soon see some odd things if the rum doesn’t kill them first. "

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12 " We were almost out of water, and we were wise not to eat much of the flour left. An image of the man I had killed assaulted me. On his forehead, a red flower grew and grew until it became enormous. The petals parted, and from the centre a stem sprouted suddenly. Like a pointed finger, it approached slowly, ready to suck me into the dead man’s skull. I screamed, and I must have screamed aloud because a hand shook me. ‘Hey, there, ship’s boy. Shut up.’ Toine’s face loomed over me. Although his voice sounded gruff, compassion shone in his eyes. The dawn was as black as muddy dirt. The stars had fled but the night seemed to last forever. A silence as heavy as the heat hung in the air. The crew must have been wallowing in rum. "

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13 " He that feels pure, let him cast the first stone. "

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14 " The rain had abated. The sails were hoisted, and the barrels we had placed everywhere filled with that precious gift from the sky. Calm reigned during a botched dawn in which pitch black shaded off into dark grey. Isolated sunrays pierced the clouds to shed light on a terribly flat sea like a lake of tar. Far, very far away, cracked muted peals of thunder. The storm approached quickly, lightning streaking the leaden ceiling while the sea shivered and quivered under a fresh wind. "

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15 " And one day, out of Heaven knows what material, he spun the beast a wonderful name, and from that moment it grew into a god and a religion. The Woman indulged in religion once a week at a church near by, and took Conradin with her, but to him the church service was an alien rite in the House of Rimmon. Every Thursday, in the dim and musty silence of the tool-shed, he worshipped with mystic and elaborate ceremonial before the wooden hutch where dwelt Sredni Vashtar, the great ferret. "

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16 " the atmosphere of the town was an artificial creation whose existence relied on the subtle attentions of its inhabitants. "

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17 " I searched everywhere for a proof of reality, when all the while I understood quite well that the standard of reality had changed. "

― , The Weird: A Compendium of Strange and Dark Stories

18 " The things that disturb us at midnight are negligible at 9 a.m. "

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19 " You won’t have nightmares any more when you grow up.’ I solemnly believed this. He looked at me levelly, and said softly, ‘When I grow up, I’m going to kill you.’ His smile slowly came out then, like the sun in a winter cloud. In my memory, the sentence stretches, and seems to be said a hundred times not quite at once. That sentence has its own particular, special moment in time, which lasts until now. "

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20 " the low sun white and cold, and full of worms. Then a fan of white, gelatinous rays, transparent tubes whose ends mouth the earth. A flat, white opening in the sky, whose light silvered the air, dotted with their shadows. They are the larvae of the sun and will become themselves stars. "

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