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“Friendships don't magically last forty years. You have to invest in them.”

— Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City

“To forgive is merely to remember only the loving thoughts you gave in the past, and those that were given you. All the rest must be forgotten.”

— Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"

“They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.”

— Stephen King, Carrie

“People don't get better, they just get smarter. When you get smarter you don't stop pulling the wings off flies, you just think of better reasons for doing it.”

— Stephen King, Carrie

“And feast on the dead, I thought with a shudder. As if he could read my thoughts, he pressed a hand to my shoulder. His fingers were long and white, splaying over my arm like a waxen spider. If the gesture was meant to comfort me, it failed.”

— Leigh Bardugo, Ruin and Rising (The Grisha Trilogy)

“No one escapes from life alive.”

— Michael Crichton, Congo

“God’s already pissed off. He has been for five thousand years, and He’s sick to the nucleus of His soul. He’s not going to show Himself—you’re not worth His time. God’s gone. He’s fuckin’ busy, man.”

— Edward Lee, Terra Insanus

“Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.”

— Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You

“The noises started sometime in the night, during the hour when the moon was at its highest. Not screams, exactly. More like moans. Howls. Sounds I couldn’t put a name to. I lay in bed, wide awake, staring at the odd shapes the moonlight threw against the whitewashed walls. I couldn’t tell what type…”

— Megan Shepherd, The Madman's Daughter

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”

— Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“Then the first Dead Hand pulled itself out of the mill race and turned towards him. It was dark, true dark now, but Sam could just make it out. It had been human once, but the magic that had brought it back to Life had twisted the body as if following a mad artist’s whim. Its arms trailed below its…”

— Garth Nix, LIRAEL: Daughter of the Clayr (Old Kingdom)

“Friendship is born at the moment when one man says to another 'What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .'”

— C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

“The Thing cannot be described - there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus,…”

— H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

“You see, Frank found out the hard way that the dark things lurking in the night don’t haunt old houses or abandoned ships. They haunt minds.”

— David Wong, John Dies at the End

“The zombie looks like a man, walks like a man, eats and otherwise functions fully, yet is devoid of the spark. It represents the nagging doubt that lays deep in the heart of even the most zealous believer: behind all of your pretty songs and stained glass, this is what you really are. Shambling meat…”

— David Wong, This Book Is Full of Spiders: Seriously, Dude, Don't Touch It (John Dies at the End)

“No friendship is an accident.”

— O. Henry, Heart Of The West

“Nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I m…”

— Edgar Allan Poe, The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe (Xist Classics)

“The Edge... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”

— Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga

“The unreal is more powerful than the real because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

“Huddled against the back wall were naked people, male and female, all trying to hide, shielding their faces with their hands. On the mattress lay a man with his legs gone to the hip and the stumps of them blackened and burnt. The smell was hideous. Jesus, he whispered. Then one by one they turned an…”

— Cormac McCarthy, The Road