405 Quotes by Jeff VanderMeer

Emanating from this giant thorn is an endless, perhaps automatic, need to assimilate and to mimic. Assimilator and assimilated interact through the catalyst of a script of words, which powers the engine of transformation.

Talking around the edge of a catastrophe. But wasn’t that what people did, if you were still alive?

Even a dream as inspiration doesn’t mean anything unless you then find that it’s sparked an actual story with a plot.

Where lies the strangling fruit that came from the hand of the sinner I shall bring forth the seeds of the dead.

Once, it was different. Once, people had homes and parents and went to schools. Cities existed within countries and those countries had leaders. Travel could be for adventure or recreation, not survival. But by the time I was grown up, the wider context was a sick joke. Incredible, how a slip could become a freefall and a freefall could become a hell where we lived on as ghosts in a haunted world.

You forgive if you can forgive yourself. Or live with what you’ve done. If you cannot live with what you’ve done, you cannot live with what others have done either.

There’s nothing to this world,′ he said, ’but what our senses tell us about it, and all I can do is the best I can on that information.

That’s how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality.

Let me tell you what happens when you burn a person’s body, pull out all of his teeth, glue his head to a plate, and shove a bomb in his ear. You become that person’s object of undying hatred.