“Though he could not honestly believe in some invisible, mythical god, he could understand religion now. He could understand that it was a security blanket men wrapped around themselves. Maybe it was dark and close under that blanket and you… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“the fog was fog and yet was not fog. it was liquid and solid, then gas, then a roiling putrescence expanding like a balloon… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“What it wanted were minds to fill with gnawing pestilence and souls it could eat raw and squirming.” — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“I am your soul and I am beautiful, I am a lover’s sonnet and silver rain, now destroy me…if you love me, destroy me.” — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“better pull it together here. I can’t let these boys see that I’m scared shitless. But I am. I really am and I honestly… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“She could never understand how it was to be carved from death right from the start or how it felt to know the shadows… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“Though he could not honestly believe in some invisible, mythical god, he could understand religion now. He could understand that it was a security… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“All he had to do was think of Linda at home, eight months into it, knowing that he was going to be a father… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
“He imagined the world without men. Cities would be reclaimed by nature and overgrown until, hundreds of years hence, they would look much like… — Tim Curran Copy Share Image
