Quotes from Bentley Little

Hope was a dangerous emotion that more often than not led men into foolishness and peril, made them risk their lives and lose their wives and part with fortunes that they never recovered.

Names have power. In certain cultures, just speaking a man's name gives you mastery over him.

I always thought the appeal for vampires are the same as religion, the desire to avoid death and live forever.

Real life ... it was an ambiguous world, where actions sometimes had no meaning, where chaos reigned and no one was allowed to see the big picture, only their small portion of it.

Life is short. Eternity is long.

In real life, good people die all the time and a**holes can live long and happy lives. It's a crapshoot.

Real life was messier than fiction, and in it you didn't always have time to do or say the right things.

A light wind blew through here that carried with it scents of sadness and loss, not recognizable odors but smells that corresponded to nothing, chimerical fragrances able to evoke melancholic memories.

Her last call, at midnight, had been the worst. "I'll pull your cock out of your asshole," she'd said, and for some reason her voice at that moment had reminded him of his mother's.

This can't be constitutional," he said. "This is America, damn it. We still have freedom of speech here.

remember: not all that is fiction is fictional, and not all that is true is transparent.

No one said a word; it was as if they were waiting for me to retract my question. Jan's hand found mine and held it. "What the hell is this? A wake?" My grandpa came out of the house carrying a tray of buns.

There's nothing scarier than groupthink.

They lived in a Wikipedia world, where knowledge was no longer required and only the ability to access it mattered.

Newman King was a fictional figurehead, a made-up character.

He was dropped off directly in front of the Black Tower.

and the last shot of the report was of King getting into a chauffeur-driven limousine in front of the black tower.

anyone in horror's path is irrevocably altered.

The Night Managers.

My father saw him one time. We live in mexico, on the farm, and Father went to feed the horses. At night. Little man was standing there giving hay to the horses. And Father watch and he came and he told Mother, 'Jedushka Di Muvedushka feeding the horses'. He don't get scared, nothing. In the morning we go look, the horses' hair all braided. So Beautiful! All their hair braided.

Everyone today is so fragmented. This isn't a country anymore. It's a collection of tribes, all competing with each other for jobs, money, media attention. When I was young, we were all Americans. Back then, we did what we had to, or what we could, to make this a better nation. We did what was right, what was moral.

her only comfort was to curse each searing day with a creative lexicon she didn't know she possessed.

If you ask me, people are unnecessarily gloomy about the end of the world.

I was reminded of the Winchester Mystery House, which I'd seen as a child on a trip with my parents. From above, there was the same sort of random conglomeration—peaked roofs connected to flat roofs, shakes and shingles, tarpaper and skylights—and I realized that Frank had constructed his house from the town, connecting the buildings until they made one enormous edifice. "Jesus," I breathed.