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"Fear envelops bones like new skin,envelops blood with night's skin,the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet -it is not your hair but the terror in your head,like long hair made of vertical nails,and what you see are not shattered streets,but rather, within you, your own crushed walls,your frustrated infinity, again the city comescrashing down: in your silence, only water's threatis heard, and in the waterdrowned horses gallop through your death."
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"You can't miss the horror, every moment it's interesting."
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"Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters."
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"The Den, the best horror - You never know who is the Original!"
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"Chilling Tales For Dark Nights, these people or let's say these team is trying to return the fear, the theater... Which so far is great to hear, acting in reading a story and everything one place, just awesome."
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"Until that afternoon in October four years ago, I hadn't known dogs could scream."
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"His head .. it exploded. As if someone had scooped out his brains and put a hand grenade in his skull."
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"This inhuman place makes human monsters."
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"All right. Here's the deal, bigshot: suck my cock. Do that and I'll let you go. Straight trade."He unzipped his fly and pulled down the elastic front of his shorts. Something that looked like a dead whitesnake fell out. Johnny observed the thin stream of blood driz-zling from it without surprise. The cop was bleeding from every other orifice, wasn't he?"Speaking in the literature sense," the cop said, grinning, "this particular blowjob is going to be a little more Anne Rice than Armistead Maupin. I suggest you follow Queen Victoria's advice - close your eyes and think of strawberry shortcake."
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"Where his eyes should've been, there was only fire, empty sockets glowing with miniature nuclear explosions."
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"There was a muffled pop, the sound of a small pumpkin exploding in a microwave oven.Morris cut the wheel to the left and there was another bump as the Biscayne went back into the parking area. He looked in the mirror and saw that Curtis's head was gone.Well, no. Not exactly. It was there, but all spread out. Mooshed. No loss of talent in that mess. Morrie thought."
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"But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies."
Heart
"I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests."
Poetry
"I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees."
Romantic
"A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly."
Man
"Love is so short, forgetting is so long."
Love
"The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty."
Reading
"I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."
Passion
"Where were you then?Who else was there?Saying what?Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?"
Longing
"Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood."
Childhood
"With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?"
Mystery
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