Quotes by : Laird Barron

I turn away and stare through the window at the field where the scotch broom creeps yellow as hell toward....

He roused from a joyous dream of feasting, of drinking blood and sucking warm marrow from the bone. His....

I cannot explain, nor must an artist defend his work or elucidate in such a way the reeling audience....

Enlightenment is its own reward, its own punishment. You begin to see so much more. And so much more....

The universe dilated within him, above him. Something like joy stirred in Lancaster’s being, a sublime....

I am abroad in the night with my servants. We come to smoke the northern lights, to rape the Wendigo,....

There’s real evil, Mr Honey. Not that existential crap, either.

The universe and its design is often one of arbitrary horror.

Brush snapped. The stag shambled forth from the outer darkness. It loomed above Scobie, its fur rank....

I stare at my freakish eyeball, gaze into the distorted pupil until it expands and fills the mirror,....