Quotes from Pete Hautman

I don't know and probably never will know enough about the true nature of the universe to tell anyone else what to believe, and I've come to distrust the words of those who have presumed to do so.

Later it might see moronic, but at that time it all made perfect sense.

You already have the capacity to travel through time. Simply wait for the future to arrive.

How do you know it's true if you don't believe in it? I...huh? How can you understand something you don't believe in? Shin, that doesn't make any sense. That's like saying you can't understand leprechauns unless you believe in them. Do you understand leprechauns? I don't believe in them. There you go.

We sit on the floor in front of his oscillating fan and talk sci-fi, and I am thinking how strange this is that I should be sitting peacefully with Henry Stagg in his bedroom when only a week or so ago he punched me in the face for no reason whatsoever.

secrets have the power to break the world into two

is reality simply a dream we share?

Do You know what ghosts are, Stuey? I'll tell you. They're secrets haunting the memories of the living. So long as we carry their secrets, they refuse to leave. They wait." "Wait for what?" "To be forgotten. My father has been gone for sixty years, but" — he tapped the side of his head — "he's still here. He never left.

Yes, books are dangerous. They should be dangerous—they contain ideas.

I'll show you." He ran upstairs and got the notebook. "It's Gramps's Book of Secrets.

Elly's eyes were huge and her mouth was open and she was clutching her hands over her chest. Her mouth was moving but he couldn't hear what she was saying. She looked weirdly pale, even her clothes. "Elly?" She held out her hands. As she was about to touch him, her fingers became foggy tendrils. He could see right through her, as if she had turned to mist. "Elly?" he said. He reached out for her, but she was gone.

Is that my ears ringing, or am I screaming? I am burning and I am blind and I can't find the stairs and I do not know how to get out of Madham.

He had to keep moving. It didn't matter in which direction.

I don't even know what the word strange means anymore... that's really strange.

The last thing i wanted was to sit next to a stinky pond and fry my brain cells.

Emily did not want to believe in ghosts. But she kept seeing them. She had been seeing them ever since she could remember.

What have we done?' he asked, but there was no one to answer him.

figuring out was is real isn't always possible, because our own brains are telling us stories

Yes, books are dangerous. They should be dangerous - they contain ideas.

We connect through our dreams. Like we could be a thousand miles apart and I'd still know you were there.

How do you know it's not true if you don't believe in it?

Later it might see moronic, but at that time it all made perfect sense.

We were defined by what we did. What we had to do. I think this is why guys like football, and why they join the army, because as long as you are playing the game or following orders you do not have to figure out who you really are.

The first step to success it's to imagine it