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“ When the world goes gray on its way to white, every living heart summons us with its fear; and, if circumstances are favorable, we will answer. We take as many as we can back to the grave with us, because that is our task. Our senseless cycle is out of nature's season: we go our own way, deviates of matter longing to bring an end to the charade of all seasons, natural or supernatural. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “Autumnal”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #76

“ Everything seems so unusual in the plainness of these neighborhoods that clutter the margins of a skeleton town. Often no mention is made of the peculiar virtues of such places by their residents. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Tsalal”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #77

“ It is whispered among students of enlightenment that one may achieve a state of being in which enlightenment itself loses all meaning, with the consequence that one thereby becomes subject to all manner of strange destinies. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Master's Eyes Shining with Secrets”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #78

“ To be at eye level with the world clearly leads straight to nowhere; on the other hand, once your gaze slips off the horizontal, everything else goes with it. That is to say, no one can any longer vouch for your sanity. You have become... wayward. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “Ten Steps to Thin Mountain”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #79

“ 'There indeed exist actual locales on which my pictures are based, I admit that. But these places keep their distance from the spectator: whereas my new landscapes make you feel at home, those old ones put you off, hold you at arm's length, and in the end throw you right out of the picture. That's the way it is out there--everything looks at you with strange eyes. But you can get around this intolerable situation, jump the fence, so to speak, and trespass into a world where you belong for a change.' ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Strange Design of Master Rignolo”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #80

“ Should it be called revelation or delirium when the mind interposes itself between the sensations of the soul and a monstrous mystery? ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “In the Shadow of Another World”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #81

“ The shadows moved slowly, obscuring so many of the objects within the room and appearing to change the outlines of the simplest furnishings. The room itself became altered in its dimensions. Over the course of slow transformations it pushed outward into a great abyss and squeezed inward to create a maze of strange black turnings. Every shape was imposing itself on another shape, breeding a chaos of overlapping patterns. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Voice in the Bones”
Added by: Dr. Bantham on 06-09-2007 #82

“ The pact of bones and blackness, the voice declaimed to him. The collection of shadows . . . shadows binding bones . . . skeletons becoming shadows. And he came to understand the other things: the land stripped of flesh . . . the reeking earth ripped clean and rising into the great blackness. This reverberant discourse had made him its student, imparting theories and practice: bones pummeled into purity . . . parts turned to brilliant particles . . . the shadows seeded with the voice of skulls . . . the many voices within the eternal blackness . . . the tenebrous harmony. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Voice in the Bones”
Added by: Dr. Bantham on 06-09-2007 #83

“ The windows - which, for lack of a more accurate term, I must call enchanted - had done their work. For the visions they offered were indeed those of a haunted world, a multi-faceted mural portraying the marriage of insanity and metaphysics. As the images clarified, I witnessed all the intersections which commonly remain unseen to earthly sight, the conjoining of planes of entity which should exclude each other and should no more be mingled than is flesh with the unliving objects that surround it. But this is precisely what took place in the scenes before me, and it appeared there existed no place on earth that was not the home of a spectral ontogeny. All the world was a pageant of nightmares.... ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “In the Shadow of Another World”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #84

“ But is there really a strange world? Of course. Are there, then, two worlds? Not at all. There is only our own world and it alone is alien to us, intrinsically so by virtue of its lack of mysteries. If only it actually were deranged by invisible powers, if only it were susceptible to real strangeness, perhaps it would seem more like a home to us, and less like an empty room filled with the echoes of this dreadful improvising. To think that we might have found comfort in a world suited to our nature, only to end up in one so resoundingly strange! ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Journal of J.P. Drapeau”
Added by: Dr. Bantham on 06-09-2007 #85

“ When visitors to a gas station carnival entered the sideshow tent and took their places on one of the benches in front of the stage, they were not usually alerted to the particular nature of the performance or spectacle that they would witness. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “Gas Station Carnivals”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #86

“ After tabulating our number of days on this earth, we would still have to multiply this sum several times in order to take into account our dreams--those days inside our nights. Several more lifetimes must therefore be added, including those in which the dead continue to live and those in which the living are dead; those in which such trivial occurrences as an innocent laugh acquire a profound meaning and those in which the most awesome events have none at all; those which are made very strange by supernatural powers and those in which magic itself seems commonplace; those in which we play ourselves and those in which we seem to be someone else; those in which everything appears frightening and harmful and those in which indifference is the single note that sounds throughout. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Interminable Equation”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #87

“ The voice of madness, for instance, is barely a whisper in the babbling history of art because its realities are themselves too maddening to speak of for very long... ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “Teatro Grottesco”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #88

“ I remember working in an office where the atmosphere of tension had become so severe and pervasive that one could barely see more than a few feet in any direction. This resulted in considerable difficulties for those of us who were trying to perform the tasks which our jobs required. For instance, if for some reason we needed to leave our desks and negotiate our way to another part of the building, it was not possible to see beyond a certain distance, which was at most a few feet. Outside of this limited perimeter--this 'cocoon of clarity,' as I thought of it--everything became obscured in a kind of quivering blur, an ambience of agitation within which the solid and dreary decor of the company offices appeared quite distorted. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “I Have a Special Plan for This World”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #89

“ In the observation of at least one commentator on puppet theater, the expressiveness of a puppet or marionette resides in its arms, hands, and legs, never in its face or head, as is the case with a human actor. But in the case of the puppet thing hovering before me in the medicine shop, this was not true. Its expressiveness was all in that face with its pale and pitted complexion, its slightly pointed nose and delicate lips, and its dead puppet eyes--eyes that did not seem able to fix or focus themselves upon anything but only gazed with an unchanging expression of dreamy malignance, an utterly nonsensical expression of stupefied viciousness, dumbfounded cruelty. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Clown Puppet”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #90

“ The other worlds portrayed in these books inevitably served as annexes of this one; they were imposters of the authentic unreality which was the only realm of redemption, however gruesome it might appear. And it was this terminal landscape that he sought, not those rituals of the 'way' that never arrives, heavens or hells that are mere pretexts for circumnavigating the real and revelling in it. For he dreamed of strange volumes that turned away from all earthly light to become lost in their own nightmares, pages that preached a nocturnal salvation, a liturgy of shadows, catechism of phantoms. His absolute: to dwell among the ruins of reality. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “Vastarien”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #91

“ These things have been perennially threatened by disorder and oblivion. Anyway, all of it was bound to end somehow, at sometime. What difference did it make when the world was lost, or to whom? ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Blasphemous Enlightenment of Prof. Francis Wayland Thurston of Boston, Providence, and the Human Race”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #92

“ But like no other phenomenon
that we have ever faced,
this degenerate little town,
under its rotting sky,
standing upon decayed ground--
the landscape of a pain
that is like no other--
may be our last hope,
the only hope we have
of killing all the hopes
we have ever had
and murdering every mystery
we have ever cherished,
so that we may step forth, finally,
into that great shining kingdom
of which we have always dreamed.
  Thomas Ligotti - “This Degenerate Little Town”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #93

“ And now he imagined the feeling of death as one previously beyond his imagination. This feeling was simply that of an eternally prolonged itching sensation. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “Death without End”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #94

“ I drew closer to the contorted idol, remaining in its presence far longer than I intended. That I actually found myself mentally composing a kind of supplication tells more than I am presently able about my psychological and spiritual state last evening. Was it this beast of writhing stone or the spell of the vicoli which inspired my prayer and determined its form? It was, I think, something which they shared, a suggestion of great things: great secrets and great sorrows, great wonders and catastrophes, great destinies, great doom, and a single great death. My own. Drugged by this inspiration, I conceived my ideal leavetaking from this earth--a drama prepared by strange portents, swiftly developed by dreams and visions nurtured in an atmosphere of sublime dread, growing overnight like some gaudy fungus in a forgotten cellar, and always with the awful hand of the mortician god working the machinery behind the scenes. Beasts and men would form an alliance with great Cynothoglys, the elements themselves would enter into the conspiracy, a muted vortex of strange forces all culminating in a spectral denouement, all converging to deliver me to the inevitable, but deliver me in a manner worthy of the most expansive and unearthly sensations of my life. I conceived the primal salvation of tearing flesh, of seizure by the god and the ecstatic rending of the frail envelope of skin and sinew. And as others only sink into their deaths--into mine I would soar. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Prodigy of Dreams”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #95

“ Hope leaks into our lives by way of spreading cracks we always meant to repair but never did. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Consolations of Horror”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #96

“ 'The challenges and obstacles facing me in that bungalow house were becoming more and more oppressive,' whispered the voice on the tape. 'There was something so desolate about being in that place in the dead of night, even if I did not know precisely what time it was. And to see upon the pale, threadbare carpet those verminous bodies, some of which were still barely alive; then to try each of the lamps and find that none of them was in working order--everything appeared in opposition to my efforts, everything aligned against my taking care of the problems I faced in the bungalow house.' ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Bungalow House”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #97

“ The fog of blackness had now unfurled down to me and lay about my feet, gathering there and rising. For a time I could not move or speak or form any thoughts. Inside me, everything was becoming black. The blackness was quivering inside me, quivering everywhere and making everything black. It was holding me, and the voices were saying to me, 'Look up here, look up here.' And I began to look. But I was enduring something that I could never endure, that I was not prepared to endure. The blackness quivering inside me could not go on to its end. I could not remain where I was or look up to the place where the voices called out to me. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Night School”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #98

“ 'My body--a tumor that was once delivered from the body of another tumor, a lump of disease that is always boiling with its own disease. And my mind--another disease, the disease of a disease. Everywhere my mind sees the disease of other minds and other bodies, these other organisms that are only other diseases, an absolute nightmare of the organism.' ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “Severini”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #99

“ Remember: there are no bad dreams if there is only one dream; there can be no outlaws where there is only one law. ”
  Thomas Ligotti - “The Nightmare Network”
Added by: G. S. Carnivals on 06-09-2007 #100

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