Laird Barron famous quotes

Last updated: Sep 5, 2024

Curiosity did not kill the cat all by itself.
-- Laird Barron

#Cat #Curiosity
Enlightenment is its own reward, its own punishment. You begin to see so much more. And so much more sees you.
-- Laird Barron

#Punishment #Enlightenment #Rewards
The human condition can be summed up in a drop of blood. Show me a teaspoon of blood and I will reveal to thee the ineffable nature of the cosmos, naked and squirming. Squirming. Funny how the truth always seems to do that when you shine a light on it.
-- Laird Barron

#Light #Blood #Shining
He was trapped in the electrochemical web of cognition, wherein curiosity leads into temptation, temptation leads into fear, and fear is considered an impulse to be mastered.
-- Laird Barron

#Fear #Temptation #Curiosity
Skullcrack City messes with your mind the way William Burroughs or a bellyful of hallucinogens will do. I'm a longtime fan of Johnson. A master of derangement, he's been bringing it for years. This time, though, it's different. He's burst into the clear and is taking seven-league strides across the literary landscape.
-- Laird Barron

#Years #Cities #League
A Pretty Mouth is a fine and stylish collection that pays homage to the tradition of the weird while blazing its own sinister mark. Tanzer's debut is as sharp and polished as any I've seen.
-- Laird Barron

#Mouths #Pay #Tradition
I used to write as an escape. There's no escape. There's just me sending my voice into the dark, waiting for an echo.
-- Laird Barron

#Writing #Dark #Echoes
Pulver's skills as a post-Beat visionary are in rare form. A House of Hollow Wounds is a thrilling foray into the dark frontier of the weird.
-- Laird Barron

#Dark #Skills #House
THE TESTAMENT OF TALL EAGLE is myth-making of epic scope.
-- Laird Barron

#Epic #Eagles #Scope
Horror is my motor. It gets to me on an animal level and satisfies my impulse toward scenario building.
-- Laird Barron

#Animal #Horror #Building
but art is not relative to perfection in any tangible sense. It is our coarse antennae trembling blindly as it traces the form of Origin, tastes the ephemeral glue welding us, yearning after the secret of ineluctable evolution, and wonders what this transformation will mean. In my mind, here was the best kind of art-the kind hoarded by rich and jealous collectors in their locked galleries; hidden from the eyes of the heathen masses, waiting to be shared with the ripe few
-- Laird Barron

#Art #Mean #Eye

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