Dead isn’t bad,” Narcisse said. “It isn’t even that different.
The stench of disinfectant could not entirely mask the odor of human pain.
Maybe if they didn’t tell you the stories... they’d actually go out and do it.
Houses weren’t haunted, only human minds.
If you were alone on earth, what would you know? What the mirror told you, that’s all. The rest would be myth and conjecture.
Hayal edilen asla yitirilmez.
Brooding only looks good in the movies.
Sure, work could be a pain in the ass, but it was purpose, and what was a life, any life, his life, without purpose?
No hay mayor placer que el terror. Siempre y cuando sea el de otra persona.
A feeling of intense loss overwhelmed him for a moment as he thought of his once-charmed life – of love, and magic, and friends, all of it, and all of them, dead.
That’s a whole other story.’ ‘Is it?’ Gentle replied. ‘Or is it all one?
She was liquid; a boundless sea in a single body, a deluge in a small room, and I will gladly drown in her, if she grants me the chance.
If nothing was worth living for it followed, didn’t it, that there was nothing worth dying for either.
Besides, he guessed she wouldn’t have thanked him for delaying his purchase. She needed dope more than she needed him.
There was a primitive power in naming someone. It gave you a handle on a person.
Dreams are doorways... If we but have the courage to step over the threshold.
He started down the slope towards it, dressed in the blood of his enemy.
Flesh is a trap, and magic sets us free.
A skin was nothing. Pigs had skins; snakes had skins. They were knitted of dead cells, shed and grown and shed again. But a name? That was a spell, which summoned memories.
I thought I’d gone to the limits,′ Frank explains. ‘I hadn’t. The Cenobites gave me an experience beyond limits. Pain and pleasure, indivisible... Some things have to be endured. Take it from me. And that’s what makes the pleasures so sweet.