Nick Humbard > Nick's Quotes

“I look down at the city again. From here the city resembles a severed head, incinerated and discarded by the side of the river; its cavernous eye sockets are empty, bundles of dead nerves dangle from its neck, its shattered mouth gapes, a few desolate wires hang from its stark, scorched skull and, suddenly and incomprehensibly and so foreign to my body I could weep, I feel my heart expand with what I can only describe as a sensation of hope. Is there a word for that? Hope in the face of grand calamity.”
― Nick Cave, The Sick Bag Song

“Sure, a man’s home is his castle, but if he shares it with a woman, he knows his rule is limited.”
― Tanya Thompson, Red Russia

“Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

“There wasn't much to know. Now there's less.”
― Megan Abbott, The End of Everything

“But Psyche uplifting her finger said: Sadly this star I mistrust”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“Если б было светло, они б сгорели со стыда. Но кругом чернела ночь.”
― Golding William, El senyor de les mosques

“I'm just some fingers resting lightly on a cursor as it slides magically around a kind of Ouija board.”
― Dennis Cooper, God Jr.