Quotes from Andrew Pyper

There's something in human nature that says we need to have at least one symbolic place where chaos and dark desires can live.

I can be counted among the thirty million who voluntarily live in a country with annual plagues. A black death called winter that descends upon us all.

Every poet — every storyteller — requires motivation.

David. She is you. So you have to prove your love for her every goddamn minute of every goddamn day. Anything less and you fail the Human Being Test.

On the sidewalks everyone holding either a giant coffee or a cell phone, as though a law had been declared against public displays of empty-handedness.

It's Parkinson's. And if you talk about it again the way you just did, I'll be the one to take some of your teeth out the hard way. Understand?

A family is a group of people who have different versions of the same experience.

about to knock again when the inside door is pulled open to reveal a sinewy woman dressed in what appears to be layers of old sweaters and an ankle-length denim skirt. Her long hair held back in an elastic that leaves the ends bunched and brittle as the head of a broom. Brown eyes wide and alive

Things that go bump in the brain.

I realize I've been calling out to Dad just like he's been calling out to me. Telling him the same thing the whole time. Not words from my mouth through the air, but from my heart through the earth, so only the two of us could hear it. FIND ME.

They're coming ! All of us waiting for the little green men to probe us or decimate us or turn us into shrubbery.

Sometimes people close a door because they're trying to figure out a way to get you to knock.

Você resiste ao medo negando-o

Sometimes people close a door because they're trying to figure out a way to get you to knock.

Your melancholy . Or depression. Along with nine-tenths of the afflictions I've studied, diagnosed, attempted to treat. Call them whatever you like, but they're just different names for loneliness. That's what lets the darkness in. That's what you have to fight.

Sometimes, monsters are real," Tess said, rolling over, leaving me alone with the ladybug staring up at me. "Even if they don't look like monsters.

Darkness isn't the matter from which the Antichrist was formed, but intelligence. Foreknowledge.

Tell me this. What is it with men and feeling like they have to act like self-destructive superheroes whenever trouble shows up?" "It's the only way we know how to love.

Missing someone feels like hunger. An insatiable emptiness right at the core of yourself.

We need to talk." she says. "The four most dreaded words in the history of marriage.

I've seen the photos," he said. "Photos are never the same as the real thing," I said.

There are things in this world most of us never see," I find myself saying. "We've trained ourselves not to see them, or try to pretend we didn't if we do. But there's a reason why, no matter how sophisticated or primitive, every religion has demons.

Cancer is a kind of possession, too. And like a demon, before it claims you, it nibbles away at who you are, erases the face you have always presented to the world to show the unwanted thing inside.

I am well and truly messed up.