Quotes from Douglas Clegg

and I knew that her soul had been released from the awful torment of its earthly cage.

Skinless creatures swayed in death throes from thick, silver hooks. Beneath them, on the turquoise mosaic floor, rows of buckets overflowed with clotting blood.

We look away until we have no choice. Then we examine them, remember them, and look away again, as if we're not meant to think too much about them, but to live. Just live and forget.

Hey, any day you get through the afternoon here's a good day.

My mind was red paint across black night.

On the desert, there was no October; there was only summer and hell. "Where

There are prisons within prisons, and skins within skins. You can't always see who someone is just by looking in his eyes. Sometimes, others are there.

Sometimes the material chafed him down around his crotch; a rash had spread out along his legs from his testicles down. It made him feel more alive than he'd felt in years.

Sometimes the material chafed him down around his crotch; a rash had spread out along his legs from his testicles down. It made him feel more alive than he'd felt in years. He scratched his balls just thinking about that warm, itchy feeling.

If this is the Big One, he thought while the window rattled, will I be buried with Greg and Les, and will we end up drawing straws to see who eats who? Will Greg's porky arm taste good, or will it taste as bad as he looks? Will I have to eat my toes one by one, like Vienna sausages?

What is it you want the most? Money, love, fame, happiness? Make your choice, you only get one. Make it, and blow out the candles, spin the wheel, say the prayer. You only get one of them, so make it last. What is it you want the most? My name's Fate, Mister Fate to you, children, and whatever it is you want the most, make sure... Very sure... Because I'm gonna make sure it's the one thing you never get.

All that was left within him longed to just make it right, to just somehow make it right again.

Wilma owned a pit bull and they lived in separate trailers, side by side, and sometimes, when she was angry, she and the pit bull looked like kin to him.

Love," he said, "is the darkest gift. It takes all that you are, and it destroys you.

He believed the best use of human beings was as compost or incubators.