Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.

To be thoroughly conversant with Man’s heart, is to take our final lesson in the iron-clasped volume of Despai

He shouldn't say things like that in front of the artworks, especially when they're angry, but he always does.

He breathed in hard. The stench of blood filled his lungs. Only now, for the first time, could he truly appreciate it.

It doesn't make you a monster to want, she said, her voice very gentle. It's what you do with it that matters.

I knew the end would come, one day. I knew my life deserved to be over. Yet, even knowing that, I was no less fearful.

Is it possible for one to enter sleep and wander while never waking? And if so, for how long can one survive this way?

It was the kind of scream that would be in a horror movie right before someone got chopped up into little bitty pieces.

There are moments when even to the sober eye of reason, the world of our sad humanity may assume the semblance of Hell.

It was not a noisy wind but the kind that suggests something very big and thin fresh from the horror of Infinite Space.

All things are true. God's an Astronaut. Oz is Over the Rainbow, and Midian is where the monsters live." - Peloquin

Bodies lay strewn all around. Turkish and Wallachian warriors caught up in the intimate indiscriminate embrace of death.

Only God is the Giver and Master of Creativity and imagination because they are gifts that can only come from Him Alone!

Once they're in...they stay in. And that little bitch invited that evil into herself like a hard dick on prom night.

Lee leaned closer to her and swore he could smell fear coming off her in waves, the way a shark smells blood in the wate