Quotes from Brian Keene

I thought about Pic and Jesus, and I thought about how it never ends well for us writer types. Nobody gets out alive, of course, but is it too much to ask that just one of us goes in our sleep with the knowledge that what we did actually mattered

It was on the first day of spring that Big Steve and I saw Shelly Carpenter giving head to the hairy man.

You're living in your own song." She

We are the Siqqusim! We have stood by, waiting to take possession, and now you are ours. Yidde-oni! Engastrimathos du aba paren tares. We are Ob and Ab and Api and Apu. Our number is greater than the stars! We are more than infinity!

Meet The Feebles? That's some sick fucking shit, man. I loved them both. That second one was like the Muppets on goddamned

Volevo essere un sovrano, un re, avere ciò che ho sempre desiderato: il massimo potere. Una volta che ho conquistato la corona di Albion ho dovuto combattere ancora di più. C'era sempre un qualche bastardo in giro che cercava di rubare la mia corona. Su una torre di teschi ho costruito il mio trono e finalmente ho conosciuto la pace.

Think about that for a moment, because it's important. Where do you go to hide from the end of the world?

The brains left inside of his cloven skull splatter across the blacktop like some garish Rorschach painting made from oatmeal.

You see, when you get to be my age, you start to realize that life isn't defined by years, jobs, or decisions—it's defined by moments.

I'm worried about how it will effect her.

The brain is a fickle bitch. Sometimes it revolts." He

I guess that during the end of the world, people don't have time to read. That

You can teach an artist about the various rules and disciplines of their creative field. You can teach a writer about grammar and point-of-view and plot tropes. You can teach them to write every day and read every day. But you can't teach them drive and you can't teach them determination. Most of all, you can't teach patience. An artist either has these things or they don't. The artist who has these things will most likely achieve some degree of success.

There's a story in all of us." Each

Jill stared at the young boy. "You're using ghosts for power?

Click click, bang. Curtains close, and ... scene. Type 'The End'. None

My name is Brian Keene and I am either losing my mind or I am being haunted.  Or both.

His mother died of Alzheimer's, and in his opinion, burning to death in a burst of clinging napalm would be preferable to that.

Hopefully, we can keep the outer darkness at bay just a little bit longer. And keep the darkness inside us at bay, as well.

Zombies, werewolves, vampires and ghosts are an escape from the real world because they don't exist in the real world.

careers get stuck in a perennial state of agitated stagnation.

Neighbors aren't really neighbors anymore. They're strangers, for the most part.

Fame always brings loneliness. Success is as ice cold and lonely as the North Pole.

it's strange to look at your reflection in the mirror and see the person you really are staring back at you, rather than the person who you used to be.