Caitlín R. Kiernan Quotes

The sun is a white devil, the broiling eye of a god I don’t believe in, gazing down at all the world.

Back home, the dank and mildewstinking halls of Quinlan Castle, and she pauses on the concrete front steps to shake the rain off Jerome's happy yellow umbrella, flaps it open and closed, open and closed, making a furious noise like the death throes of a giant bat or a pterodactyl, spraying a thousand droplets across the steps and the sidewalk.

if dreams may be called passions. I see no reason not to call them passions

Her words, her jumbled, mad thoughts tamed or simply broken, made language, and she took another drag off the Lucky, exhaled, and read the last sentence aloud.

Este livro é o que é, o que significa que ele pode não ser o livro que você espera que seja.

Julia follows the beach, the sand that is so white it makes her doubt the beaches in Heaven could possibly be any whiter, the water like peacock feathers lapping at the shore, vivid green blue going hyacinth out where the sea starts getting deep.

Y me cantó durante días y días, noches y noches, convirtiéndome en el recipiente de los recuerdos de un fantasma.

No strings attached,” Constance said again. “Oh, there are always strings,” I replied. “Whether we put them there or not.

I loved this place when I was a kid. I still love it, but when I was a kid I'd take the bus down here and spend all day long reading in this room.

The long nub end of afternoon spent at her keyboard, her hands moving so much slower than her racing mind, The frustrating lag between her thoughts and the hunt and peck; a hot flood of ideas where there had been months of trickling, uncertain sentences, and Sadie trying to keep up with herself, wishing she'd taken typing in high school, scared that this inspiration would grow restless, impatient with her, and slink back to whatever hole it crawled out of.

"Everyone is potentially one of those people, Governor," I replied. "It’s best to learn that before you do something you’ll have trouble living with." Best to learn it, really, before anyone — perhaps dozens of anyones — died to teach it to you.

But it was a hard lesson to learn any other way, as I knew from very personal experience.

Chance smiled back at him, and “Well, can you think of anything else I could do with my life that could ever possibly be half this splendid, half this important? I’m learning to read, Deke, and not just the handful of things men have been around long enough to write down. The history of the whole damned planet is written in rocks, just lying there waiting for us to learn how to read it.

Eventually you’ve got to understand that an answer isn’t the same thing as a solution, and a story is sometimes only an excuse.

Orpheus’ mistake wasn’t that he turned and looked back towards Eurydice and Hell, but that he ever thought he could escape. Same with Lot’s wife. Averting our eyes does not change the fact that we are marked.

Las sirenas son pensamientos invasivos que incluso los hombres y mujeres cuerdos experimentan. Se les puede llamar sirenas, o se les puede llamar encantamientos. Da igual. Cuando Odiseo escuchó a las sirenas, dudo que jamás olvidara su canción. Probablemente permaneció hechizado por ella el resto de su vida. Incluso después de su terrible viaje de veinte años de duración, el certamen de arqueros, e incluso después de recobrar a Penélope y del «final» feliz de la historia, debió de seguir hechizado por aquella canción, en sus sueños y en sus momentos de vigilia. Cada vez que contemplaba el mar o el cielo.