Glen Duncan Quotes - Page 2

When I see gurgling retarded children (that's God's doing, by the way, not mine) happily styling their hair with their own stinking mards, I think of Adam in those pre-marital days. I know he's your great-to-the-nth-degree-granddad and all - but I'm afraid he was rather an imbecile.

Just because life's meaningless doesn't mean we can't experience it meaningfully.

The message is clear: By all means become an abomination -- but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain.

When you're a kid it's people's cruelty that makes you cry, then when you're an adult it's their kindness.

The only animal from which humans have nothing to learn, in fact, is the sheep. Humans have already learned everything the sheep's got to teach.

With adolescent egotism and a lot of money one can pretty much rule the world.

You think God will never forgive you, but the only God is beauty and beauty always forgives. It forgives with its infinite indifference.

I'm with Milton and the Rolling Stones: I don't find the Devil an unsympathetic character. But in any case, my fiction is populated as much by people who do good as it is by those who do bad. I'm interested in imaginatively accommodating as much of the human as possible, for which you need both moral extremes and everything in between.

Nothing holds love together like shared vice or collusive perversion.

No artist knows everything... but since every artist knows more than he can tell, all art is lying by omission.

Grace only exists to be fallen from.

I'm in love, truly, madly, deeply in love with perception.

She understood the genre constraints, the decencies were supposed to be observing. The morally cosy vision allows the embrace of monstrosity only as a reaction to suffering or as an act of rage against the Almighty. Vampire interviewee Louis is in despair at his brother’s death when he accepts Lestat’s offer. Frankenstein’s creature is driven to violence by the violence done to him. Even Lucifer’s rebellion emerges from the agony of injured price. The message is clear: By all means become an abomination—but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

If Im going to invest the time in a novel, I want something more than the entertainment you get out of most genre fiction.

I'm an American. We're a people diseased with progress.

The first horror is there's horror. The second is you accommodate it.

I'm too conceited for therapy.

Once you've stopped loving someone breaking his or her heart's just an unpleasant chore you have to get behind you. My God, you really don't love me anymore, do you? No matter your decency the victim's incredulity's potentially hilarious. You manage not to laugh.

I hated the words. Each one was like a big live insect in my mouth.

Time, you'll be pleased to know--and since one must start somewhere--was created in creation. The question What was there before creation? is meaningless. Time is a property of creation, therefore before creation there was no before creation.

No amount of violence you've done to others prepares you for violence done to yourself.

Peace is purchased in the currency of loss.

Poets suffer occasional delusions of angelhood and find themselves condemned to express it in the bric-a-brac tongues of the human world. Lots of them go mad.

The flesh had infinity in it. I must know every inch by touch yet every inch renewed its mystery the instant my hand moved on. Delightful endless futility.