67 Quotes by Paul Tremblay

I had a brief runaway fantasy where I ran away to California, which I’d never been to, to where all the Bigfoots were, and I’d disappear into the woods and live alone, become a rumor, an occasional blurred sighting. Father.

To forget is to lose something that was once yours, that was once of yourself. But how could one lose something as expansive as an ocean in a dusty corner of one’s mind? What if, instead, to forget is to open a door to a void; the memory is not retrievable because it is not there, was never there.

Not all gifts are easy to accept. The most important gifts are often the ones we wish with all our hearts to refuse.

Now there’s only me and everything else is on the periphery, just slightly out of reach or out of touch or out of time.

Being lost isn’t the same as being nowhere. Being lost is worse because there’s the false hope that you might be found.

Dad laughed, and despite two thousand volts of frustration tingling and twitching through my body, I laughed too. Everything about him that morning seemed relaxed and brighter than it had in months. He’d always been a moody guy. No one was funnier or more fun to play with than he was when in the right mood and you could feel the barometric pressure drop when he wasn’t.

See The Last Exorcism. But don’t see its dumbass ending.

Father Wanderly, have you seen a demon or evil spirit actually leave the body? What did it look like? Could you see anything? Did you see a wisp, like smoke over a campfire? Does the demon get sucked into a void, clutching on to the old, possessed body like a life raft? Or does it go quietly, like a child leaving her parents’ home for the final time? If you couldn’t see anything, if the spirit was invisible, then how could you know if the exorcism really, truly worked?

Maybe the people who go away are the ones who are not afraid, not sad, and not alone. Maybe there’s a place where they gather and say things like What is to be done with all the silly people we left behind?