“The whole political mess, the universal squalor, the essential pettiness of mankind oppressed him and he’d submerged himself in work and writing and books.” — Laird Barron Copy Share Image
The human condition can be summed up in a drop of blood. Show me a teaspoon of blood and I will reveal to thee the ineffable nature of the cosmos, naked and squirming. Squirming. Funny how the truth always seems… — Laird Barron Copy Share Image
“When, you wonder, does Sarah go west and build her rambling mansion? Not yet. Soon, but not yet. First, her husband has to do… — Laird Barron Copy Share Image
“Like cobblestones, clouds formed a path that led down after the hidden sun, whose glow dyed the clouds a deep, purplish pink.” — Laird Barron Copy Share Image
“I cannot explain, nor must an artist defend his work or elucidate in such a way the reeling audience can fathom, brutes that they… — Laird Barron Copy Share Image
A Pretty Mouth is a fine and stylish collection that pays homage to the tradition of the weird while blazing its own sinister mark.… — Laird Barron Copy Share Image
Horror is my motor. It gets to me on an animal level and satisfies my impulse toward scenario building. — Laird Barron Copy Share Image
Pulver's skills as a post-Beat visionary are in rare form. A House of Hollow Wounds is a thrilling foray into the dark frontier of the weird. — Laird Barron Copy Share
but art is not relative to perfection in any tangible sense. It is our coarse antennae trembling blindly as it traces the form of Origin, tastes the ephemeral glue welding us, yearning after the secret of ineluctable evolution, and wonders what this transformation will mean. In my mind, here was the best kind of art-the kind hoarded by rich and… — Laird Barron Copy Share
“The whole political mess, the universal squalor, the essential pettiness of mankind oppressed him and he’d submerged himself in work and writing and books.” — Laird Barron Copy Share Image
“When he looked through the scope it was as if the largest part of him dissolved and what remained was the kernel everything sprang… — Laird Barron Copy Share Image
