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“I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Happy Prince and Other Stories

“Is not this world an illusion? And yet it fools everybody.”
― Angela Carter

“It is amazing how full a life a man can lead without for one moment being alive at all, except sometimes when sleeping.”
― Robert Aickman, The Wine-Dark Sea

“Thus reinforced, they spent the noonday hours spinning dreams like cobwebs, and dodging demands like nets.”
― Robert Aickman, The Model

“Never lend books, for no one ever returns them; the only books I have in my library are books that other folks have lent me.”
― Anatole France

“He could even talk about painting, and that's more than can be said of most painters.”
― Arthur Machen, The Great God Pan and Other Weird Tales

“Most of us are just indifferent, mixed-up creatures; we muddle through the world without realizing the meaning and the inner sense of things, and, consequently, our wickedness and our goodness are alike second-rate, unimportant.”
― Arthur Machen, The Great God Pan and Other Weird Tales

“Era ancora troppo giovane per sapere che la memoria del cuore elimina i brutti ricordi e magnifica quelli belli, e che grazie a tale artificio risuciamo a tollerare il passato.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“I have one aim—the grotesque. If I am not grotesque I am nothing.”
― Aubrey Beardsley

“The touch of her hand filled me with a wild loneliness.”
― Angela Carter, Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories

“You used to say you would never forget me. That made me feel like the cherry blossom, here today and gone tomorrow; it is not the kind of thing one says to a person with whom one proposes to spend the rest of one's life, after all. And, after all that, for three hundred and fifty-two in each leap year, I never think about you, sometimes. I cast an image into the past, like a fishing line, and up it comes with a gold mask on the hook, a mask with real tears at the ends of its eyes, but tears that are no longer anybody's tears.
Time has drifted over your face.”
― Angela Carter, Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories

“She awoke long before dawn and lay exhausted and wakeful, with her eyes closed, thinking of the countless years she still had to live.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“And he wonders, deep in the self-isolated recesses of his mind whether he is killing himself with anger, whether he is destroying his system with fury.”
― Richard Matheson, Mad House

“Tell me strange things.”
― Montague Summers

“Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.”
― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

“There are problems we solve and problems we live with, and when we see people who have learned to live with terrible problems, the ordinary way they have about them makes it easy for us to forget, or never to notice, the merciless persistence of the problem, the way its agony has made itself into the root and stone of an ordinary life. We want to think that adaptation is a cure, when in reality it isn’t even a palliative; it’s usually nothing more or less than the difference between death and being able to live in pain.”
― Michael Cisco