“I used to write as an escape. There’s no escape. There’s just me sending my voice into the dark, waiting for an echo." – Laird Barron”
“On going to hell….“When I think of judgment day, I get emotional. It’s a heavy thing. I did what I did and there’s no erasing it. I can write an honest book, be an honest man, help little old ladies across the street but what’s done is done. There’s no escaping that. Whatever it is, I’ll do my time, even for eternity.”
“There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.”
“We are the wilderness withinScreaming out for true expression.Even when we’re sleeping,There’s no escape from this obsession.”
“People read to escape reality. I write to give them realities to escape to.”
“But when there’s light, there’s darkness as well.”