Hex Thomas Olde Heuvelt Quotes

This is all it takes for people to plunge into insanity: one night alone with themselves and what they fear the most.

People find hope, comfort, or confidence in making the sign of the cross or not walking under a ladder, just as you find hope and confidence in offering a pennant to the witch. Magic exists in the minds of those who believe in it, not in its actual influence on reality.

Later, when he was able to see the bigger picture, he imagined that wild animals must feel the same kind of uncontrollable fear when they first inhaled the smoky air of a forest fire.

Every last grain of idealism would be sacrificed on the altar of safety.

Magic exists in the minds of those who believe in it, not in its actual influence on reality.

In Black Spring they knew that desperate needs led to desperate deeds.

People desperately resisted the idea of their own death by looking away for as long as they could and avoiding the subject.

We may be fucked up here, but that’s a whole nother level of fucked-upness.

Nevertheless, he finally felt the familiar calm descend on him that he recognized from his years of dealing with fucked-up, hectic situations, which allowed him to turn off his morality with only a dim, oppressive sense of pain, like anesthesia wearing off.

What he doesn't realize is that his sanity is swaying like a tightrope walker over a dangerous sea of madness and his rationality is dissolving, just as an ominous thought emerges from beyond and moves stealthily through his mind: nibble, nibble like a mouse; tomorrow everyone will die.

Além do mais, se sacrificar algo que não importa pra você, de que vale?

A humanidade já provou inúmeras vezes que tem uma tendência a atravessar barreiras que não deveria.

Isto é o quanto basta para as pessoas mergulharem na insanidade: uma noite a sós consigo mesmas e o que mais temem.

A couple of the old ladies sat down on the bench near the fountain and the bronze washerwoman. Others had ambled into the cemetery—to check out the accommodations, Tyler guessed.

Want de confrontatie ermee betekende aanvaarding, en dat was de eerste stap naar de dag dat de pijn zou ophouden en de warme herinneringen zouden beginnen.

Surely those people could slip her a goat, Griselda thought scornfully.

Later I stopped believing in witches, so I did it as a balancing exercise.

Griselda felt no shame, only the slow, endless drizzle that always saturated her mind.

Humanity has proven time and time again that it has a tendency to cross boundaries it shouldn’t.

The events of the past days began to come back to him now, slow and fragmented, like pieces of driftwood washing ashore in the aftermath of a shipwreck.

A magia existe nas mentes daqueles que acreditam nela, não em sua verdadeira influência sobre a realidade.

When these faces smile, he no longer recognizes them. They’re faces that have forgotten how to smile. They’re faces with too much skin on them, too many wrinkles for their years. They’re faces that are leading lives of their own, and every day they sag a little further. They’re flattened faces, grim faces, faces under insurmountable stress. They’re the faces of Black Spring. And when they try to smile, it looks like they’re screaming.

A revolutionary and disturbingly altruistic part of him saw the world as divided into people from Black Spring and people outside Black Spring. Preferably with lots of rusty barbed wire in between. Under ten thousand volts, if possible.

A resignation had fallen over the townsfolk that Steve found even more uncanny than the earlier tension. They looked like people who knew they had done something dreadful, something irreversible … and something they could easily live with.

Robert Grim cut off the conversation, his thoughts wandered off to dwell on a tempting fantasy in which he bit off Colton Mathers’s scrotum, spat it out, and beat his convulsing testicles to a pulp with a croquet mallet on his mother’s old butcher block.

Steve listened to the councilman's sermon in a state of hypnosis and again he felt the strange magnetism that the man exuded. Mathers was like a preacher of hellfire and brimstone who called down terror from the pulpit, and it had its effect: Steve realized he was afraid, just senselessly afraid.

Having fled to the New World, but with the scars of the Old World still etched in their skin, they had burned casks of pitch and herbs in the streets to drive away the tainted pestilential air while carrying their dead in sinister processions to be burned on pyres, all the while spreading the disease by excising their infected buboes. And here their descendants were driven one by one into the Hudson on a winter morning, never to be found.

In Grim’s humble opinion, the people of the Hudson Valley were ill-bred, loud, beer-swilling wife beaters and, worst of all, they lacked the common sense to take full advantage of their geographic location. To the east they had the Hudson to collectively drown themselves in, and to the south they had Bear Mountain State Park, where they could mate unashamedly with beavers and white-tailed deer and effectively implement their own extinction.

Claire Hammer was an intimidatingly beautiful woman, except for a rather high forehead that she shouldn’t emphasize so much. On the way to the property they had talked about how to tackle the situation. Claire preferred an emotional approach and some sissy story about family ties and childhood memories. Grim was convinced that when dealing with these kinds of career geeks it was best to shoot straight from the hip, and he didn’t listen to her. It was because of her forehead. It distracted him. There was something expendable about a woman with an overly high forehead—especially if she emphasized it like that.

The infant’s only answer to the cruel hallucination of birth was to scream … so that’s what Grim did.

One evil spawned another, greater evil, and ultimately everything could be traced back to Black Spring. Black Spring had brought this upon itself.

Katherine had made her way to Town Hall, with her peacock in tow.

But it wasn’t stupidity, Steve knew. He had done it out of love. But wasn’t that almost the same thing?

Steve was hurt, but he understood that Jocelyn’s anger and distress had to do with the situation. As she couldn’t fight that, she turned on him.

Colton Mathers appreciating practical jokes is as unlikely as a Disney movie where everybody dies in the end of internal hemorrhaging.

Magic exists in the minds of those who believe in it, not in its actual influence on reality

It had broken their hearts, just as every unfulfilled dream breaks the human heart, but that was life. Jocelyn and Matt had learned to love the horses—

People are hoarding—they’re afraid no help is coming. But that’s not true, is it? Help is coming, right?” It’s already happening, Grim thought, shocked. This is all it takes for people to plunge into insanity: one night alone with themselves and what they fear the most.