Quotes from Whitley Strieber

The interesting thing about fiction from a writer's standpoint is that the characters come to life within you. And yet who are they and where are they? They seem to have as much or more vitality and complexity as the people around you.

Every Christmas now for years, I have found myself wondering about the point of the celebration. As the holiday has become more ecumenical and secular, it has lost much of the magic that I remember so fondly from childhood.

I put the copy of 'A Christmas Carol' that my grandfather had first read to me 60 years ago on my desk, and I began to write. The result, for better or for worse, is the 'Christmas Spirits.' I plan to read it to my grandson.

The old world was destroyed because of its own greed and secretiveness. Those least evolved rose to the top, as happens here. Your leaders, as you call them, are all people with damaged senses of self-worth. The damaged goods run the civilization. That's why it cannot last." "Abraham Lincoln was damaged goods?" "The need to lead is a symptom.

In the eyes of the others we who met them saw ourselves. And there were demons there.

I think he's wonderful and strange and kind of like a poem.

who are we, that we so conceal ourselves from ourselves?

Instead of shunning the darkness, we can face straight into it with an open mind. When we do that, the unknown changes. Fearful things become understandable and a truth is suggested: the enigmatic presence of the human mind winks back from the dark. WHITLEY STRIEBER, COMMUNION

It is very easy to claim a theory of everything if you get to decide what that everything is. It is very easy to explain everything on the table if you have put everything you cannot explain underneath it in the wastebasket.

We humans have a nasty habit of deciding to believe that things we don't actually understand are explained in some way that we make up. And the next thing we know, we're killing each other over these imaginings.

If love killed, let it kill him now. Maybe they would be reunited in death.

Very quietly, hidden away from the scorn and disbelief of the people who cling to the old, dying reality, a new one is being born, and rich, fulfilling relationships between the living and what we call the dead are at the center of it.

Maybe that's what the quasars that stand sentinel at the end of the universe are all about—they are the spots where people like Socrates and Christ dug through; they are windows into bright and terrible wisdom. They are warnings.

Beliefs are walls. Questions are doors.

Humanity could be clutching the frail barque of an outmoded world view while the wind of the mind is swaying the stars into very real craft, and out of them is coming… a faint call for help from a lady in a flowered dress.

They were purposely ignoring him

we are going to enter a new world.

not only is consciousness in us, we are in consciousness.

The difference is that they hunger for our souls while we think in terms of lashing out at their bodies.

I'm no longer a potential food source but a partner in the journey. I share my life and they share their knowledge.

Once a new and more reliable means of contact becomes commonplace, as it will, then this species is going to wake up to its true reason for existence, and in so doing is going to reach a whole new level of life.

To experience the true richness of our humanity, we need to be a species united.

and it is our fear of our regrets that causes our fear of the visitors.

Our whole religious journey is, at its core, an effort to ensure that the death of the body does not mean annihilation.