405 Quotes by Jeff VanderMeer

Was I in the end stages of some prolonged form of annihilation?

Central might catch up to him before he got there. But lurking behind them might be something even darker and more vast, and that was the killing joke. That the thing catching up with all of them would be even less merciful – and would question them until, like a towel wrung dry and then left out in the sun, they were nothing but brittle husks and hollows. Unless.

I’ve always wrestled with the difference between plot and structure, and after re-reading a lot of writing books I realized I wasn’t alone.

If he’d had something to say, he should have picked up the phone a long time ago.

Perhaps only I could truly make Wick a person, by forgiving him, and if I forgave him, if I showed I forgave him, then maybe we could be people together.

A whale can injure another whale with its sonar. A whale can speak to another whale across sixty miles of ocean. A whale is as intelligent as we are, just in a way we can’t quite measure or understand. Because we’re these incredibly blunt instruments.

Perhaps my only real expertise, my only talent, is to endure beyond the endurable.

Because dead things felt only love for the universe.

It’s not superstition,” she said. They all turned to her, swiveling on their stools. “It is superstition,” she admitted. “But it might be true.