18 Quotes by Colin Dickey

When it came to the definition of genius, the ultimate measure could never really be the skull – the measure was always the writing, the music, the art itself.

A city obsessed by its ghosts seems to be weighted down by a conflicted view of the past. Something close to melancholy: a weight it can’t quite let go of, a lingering sadness. And though we don’t often think of the United States in these terms, this melancholy is as much a part of our history as our triumphs.

Goethe wrote in 1827, America, you have it better Than our old continent, You have no ruined castles And no ancient basalt. Your inner life remains untroubled By useless memory And futile strife. That was then. Now, almost two hundred years later, we’ve started to catch up to old Europe. We have plenty of ruined castles now, plenty of wasted strife to call our own.

More than just a place of shelter, a place of comfort, or a place of privacy, the house for Bachelard “shelters daydreaming” and “allows one to dream in peace.” The.

For centuries the mad belonged to the same group of society as the blind, the poor, the sick, and the elderly; all who could not work or otherwise easily contribute to society were more or less treated equally, regardless of the specificity of their situations. Prior.

Local cops preferred working the beat around the tower, because migrating ducks would often fly into it and fall, electrocuted, dead to the ground, and the cops could pick up the dead ducks and sell them to restaurants.

The problem with ghosts is that they can never figure out if they’re transients or residents – they don’t quite stick around, and yet they never really leave.

Look for the darkened graveyards, the derelict hotels, the emptied and decaying old hospitals. Wait past midnight, and see what appears.

There’s precious little land in the United States that hasn’t been contested, one way or another, through the years. Americans live on haunted land because we have no other choice.