Quotes by Glen Duncan

The question What was there before creation? is meaningless. Time is a property of creation, therefore before creation there was no before creation.

You cant live in dread of something for long without beginning to crave it.

Extraordinary what the body remembers. The bones loded with love, grief silting the arteries, fear the bowels recurring mould. Who would have thought mere flesh and blood could hold so much of psyches ghostly script?

It’s why we close the eyes, too. The dead shouldn’t have to look on the lewd aliveness of the living.

Dont bother looking for the meaning of it all. There isnt one.Maybe not, but life compulsively dangled the possibility. Life, the dramatist on speed. Life, that couldnt stop with its foreshadows and ironies and symbols and clues, its wretched jokes and false endings and twists. Life with its hopeless addiction to plot.

Literature is humanitys broad-minded alter-ego, with room in its heart for monsters, even for you. Its humanity without the judgement.

How was the light today?”“Big. Hot. Yellow-white. The sky’s blue was like a drumbeat. I watched the black tree shadows revolve. When the sun went down it was like someone’s hand was pulling it, very gently. It was soft-edged and orange. The land went purple, then dark blue and grey, then black. Then you opened your eyes.

I didnt cry. Real things dont make me cry. Only false or sentimental things can do that. In this respect Im like most civilised humans.

You love life because lifes all there is.

Lifes generally artless, but it does get these occasional hard-ons for plot. It connects things, nefariously, behind yor back, and before you know it youre in a final act of a lousy movie. A lousy horror-movine, usually...

Nothing is the whole story. The self’s curse – and the writer’s.

We go to the past to lay the blame - since the past cant argue. We go to our past selves to account for our present miseries.

You think horror enters spectacularly. It doesnt. It just prosaically turns up. Even in the first seconds you know youll find it a room.

The first horror is theres horror. The second is you accommodate it.

Humans are moving into a new phase, one based on the knowledge that talking about their feelings has never got them anywhere.

The lies you tell yourself. The necessary lies.

It wasnt love at first sight. They ran into each other one morning in a sunny clearing in the forest. A few moments of stunned silence. `Glockenspiel, Adam pronounced, thinking (but with terrible doubt) hed found another animal in search of a name. When Eve approached him, proffering a handful of elderberries, he threw a stick at her and ran away.

By all means, become an abomination--but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

All motivation derives from the primary fact of mortality. Take mortality away and motivation loses its...motivation.

All vampires smoke. Smoking’s high on the list of Things You Take Up To Pass The Time.