Quotes About Darkness

He was evil," Clare whispered. "Not crazy, not ill, just evil. I didn't know that could be.

close to midnight. I don't want to ask

Whenever I can't sleep, I like to lie in the darkness and pretend I've been assassinated. I've found this is the best way to get comfortable. I imagine I'm in the coffin at my funeral, and people from my past are walking by my corpse and making comments about my demise.

I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

No, I say, it's fine. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.

Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.

On a night without moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.

you ever been trapped in a world where you're everyone's worst nightmare?

A guy's calling to say he's failing algebra II. Just as a point of practice, I say, Kill yourself. A woman calls and says her kids won't behave. Without missing a beat, I tell her, Kill yourself. A man calls to say his car won't start. Kill yourself. A woman calls to ask what time the late movie starts. Kill yourself. She asks, Isn't this 555-1327? Is this the Moorehouse CinePlex? I say, Kill yourself. Kill yourself. Kill yourself.

This would be...a book that would be a trapdoor down into some place dark. A place only you could go, alone, when you opened the cover. Because only books have that power.

Put the gun to my head and paint walls with my brains.

I embrace my own festering diseased corruption

People need a monster they can believe in. A true and horrible enemy. A demon to define themselves against. Otherwise, it's just us versus us.

We drive west the rest of the night, away from where the sun will come up, trying to outrace it, trying not to see what it's going to show us when we get home.

Adam said the other blessing you have to give up in the outside world is darkness. You can close your eyes, and sit in a cupboard, but that's not the same thing. The darkness at night in the church district colony is complete. The stars are thick above us in this kind of darkness. You can see how the moon is rough with mountain ranges and etched with rivers and smoothed with oceans. On a night without the moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.

Adam said the other blessing you have to give up in the outside world is darkness.

The big wet face settles down on top of my head, and I am lost inside. This is when I'd cry. Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.

Somewhere outside the hospital, in a motel room full of bloody towels with his tool box of knives and needles, or driving down the highway to his next victim, or kneeling over a dog, drugged and cut up in a dirty bathtub, is the man a million dogs must hate.

How do you live knowing your every cell and drop of blood are part of the big evil?

Every place is the same place in the dark.

It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.

I say, it's fine. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.

On a night without the moon or stars you can't see a thing, but you can imagine anything.

Tyler stood next to me, both looking at the big O of my mouth with blood all around it and the little slit of my eye staring up at us from the floor, and Tyler says, Cool.