Lincoln Michel > Quotes

“I want art that makes the world seem more unreal. I want fiction that can crumble the world and build it back into something new.”
― Lincoln Michel

“She did love Paul during certain hours of certain days. How many hours did you have to love someone to be in love?”
― Lincoln Michel, Upright Beasts

“you’ve got to believe me because I own these words.”
― Lincoln Michel, Tiny Nightmares: Very Short Stories of Horror

“My brother had been driving, as I’ve said, for twenty-eight hours, and his body had reached that special combination of no sleep, caffeine, and a stomach full of salted snacks that makes you believe it’s possible you might never die.”
― Lincoln Michel, Upright Beasts

“I lie in bed most nights, thinking of things.”
― Lincoln Michel, Upright Beasts

“Money talks, but it silences a whole lot more.”
― Lincoln Michel, The Body Scout

“...People had been predicting the death of the city for years. Would that finally drive all the people out of this sinking island? I imagined office buildings filled with screeches instead of conference calls and streets clogged with weeds instead of cars. I could see the appeal. It wasn't like a scorpion was going to charge me 10 percent interest on a medical loan for an upgrade I needed to live. Venom was quick, capitalism killed you nice and slow. Then sent you a bill.”
― Lincoln Michel, The Body Scout

“We were a force everything else had to react to.”
― Lincoln Michel, Tiny Nightmares: Very Short Stories of Horror

“our”
― Lincoln Michel, Metallic Realms

“It’s a cloud of birds. Part of the flock disappears as light on light. The other part blackens the pale sky like a finger reversing velvet.”
― Lincoln Michel, Tiny Nightmares: Very Short Stories of Horror

“A policewoman comes up and tells us to move along. “Nothing to see here,” she says. “Not even that stuff you’re looking at.”
― Lincoln Michel, Upright Beasts

“Beliefs evolve. Many of the students who only yesterday hated our teachers now deny they ever existed. Tommy angrily tells us that no teachers ever lived, and if they did, they certainly didn’t teach. They only watched us and recorded our actions and doled out punishments or rewards while laughing from inside the dark lounge.”
― Lincoln Michel, Upright Beasts: Stories