Quotes from Jeff Vandermeer

He drove past a couple of communal basketball hoops and some black and Latino kids on bicycles, who stopped and stared until he was gone. School had been out for a couple of weeks.

Above all, don't think, for what you think happens!

You put yourself here. Set this trap for yourself. So if you feel trapped by it now, it is your own fault. - The Director

Throughout all of this, my parents did not forget my education. Not a formal education but the education that mattered. What to value. What to hold on to. What to let go of. What to fight for and what to discard. Where the traps were.

Noc byÅ'a peÅ'na biaÅ'ych królików mknÄ…cych po niebie zamiast gwiazd i ksi??yca

Never do something for just one reason.

In other words, we must distrust the rational, the logical, the sane, in an attempt to reach for something higher, for something more worthy.

As I adjusted to the light, the Crawler kept changing at a lightning pace, as if to mock my ability to comprehend it. It was a figure within a series of refracted panes of glass. It was a series of layers in the shape of an archway. It was a great sluglike monster ringed by satellites of even odder creatures. It was a glistening star.

In the end, if you change the enemy enough, if you wear them down, perhaps losing is good enough.

Imagine that this communication sometimes lends a sense of the uncanny to the landscape because of the narcissism of our human gaze, but that it is just part of the natural world here.

I dearly wished the joy of triangulation, the pounce based on a good ear's geometry.

once he was cocooned by its embrace, he would be too indoctrinated to perceive it.

He's a man who measures words as if he had only a few given to him by Fate; too generous a syllable from his lips, and he might fall over dead.

He believed a kind of fragmentation had crept into people's minds in the modern era.

But then what? What occurs after revelation and paralysis? Either death or a slow and certain thawing. A returning to the physical world.

a girl as pale as the moon's reflection in a rain barrel.

A bird can be a bat. A bat can be a piece of floating plastic bag. Way of the world. To see things as other things.

Hunt game? With pearl-handled revolvers?" I asked, incredulous. "Isn't that a bit…I dunno…fancy? Do I just run out into the forest with my pearl-handled revolvers, or do I invite some deer to a cocktail party and then gun them down?

How can you tell if a streak of light across the sky is sincere?

If he'd had something to say, he should have picked up the phone a long time ago.

A falcon screamed down from above and speared one of the two, and peeled off to rise again before the survivor had time to evade or mourn the loss, as if there had always been one and not two. As if there had always only ever been one Strange Bird. But from above, even dying, the companion defiant, urging the last on, and blessing the bird that had caught her, for it was only acting as to its nature and there was no cruelty in that.

The story that meant the end arrived late one night.

rhinoceroscrutian

This plastic disk." "And you throw it." "Why?" "For fun." "Team sport.