Quotes by Thomm Quackenbush

The psycho-babble lavished on her by her mother in a prior life found her, whispering of trauma and coping, how this was not her fault and blaming herself at all was useless. She would eventually try to believe this, as soon as she was behind her locked bedroom door.

A lonely person on a college campus is never more than a few minutes and a bad decision from company.

Hades does not have a runny nose. I know this. The entire Greek pantheon no doubt knows this. For some reason, my nose is unaware of this basic fact of mythology.

Mythology didnt cease to exist and be useful to Pagans when we gained digital watch technology.

Mythology was littered with people who meddled in the affairs of elves and fairies and were never again heard from.

People who believe their god loves them unconditionally are less able to be controlled through divine terrorism.

He wouldn’t be the one to prove to the world that there was an afterlife, but he hoped to be the one to prove it to himself, though he would have a few stern questions for a Creator who made people haunt libraries.

All this electromagnetic pollution in the air from the Internet and cell phones, it cuts you off from God.

My faith is a tool I employ, a metaphorical context I find apt, but it is inert until placed in a hand that needs it.

They wouldn’t have understood if they found him crying, when he woke and remembered all at once that he had once had a wife and child, so they never found him this way.

She knew the power of bureaucracy well enough to be aware she had to sit and be admonished until this stranger felt she had expressed sufficient disappointment in a girl she would never have to see again.

I cannot deal with obscurity for more than a few decades before I get the worst ache in my chest.

Maybe it is like Pascals Wager, but I want to believe in the immortality of the soul because consciousness is such a fantastic gift that is feels cruel and unfair to end it so quickly.

It was as though he had secrets, and he wanted you to know he would keep them for the pleasure of depriving you of their taste.

If you try to leave me like this, I will haunt you until the end of your days. I will drop out of classes and become a hobo and will leave you little garbage sculptures telling you how much I love you. Every morning. Right at front of your door. You will never be rid of me.

Summer flings always seemed amazing in movies, though that might be because the leading man did not ever call his romantic interest dude.

Her mother admonished through closed lips, the sound a mother can make mean anything from pick up your socks to we are very disappointed you have murdered those orphans.

Snow is both our best friend and worst enemy. Best friend because it shows us in a concrete form the paths other have taken to get where they are. Worst enemy because it will tell such tales of us if we chance upon it. I find poetry in snow that cannot be resisted. In a way, it is the closest to time travel most civilians will ever manage.

College is a blossoming new world of genital opportunity.

Natural law has decreed it so. Isnt death as much a part of the flow as life? Why fight it? Because maybe the flow splashes into a bottomless pit past that blind turn.