It was like finding the gateway to the past unguarded, unforbidden because it didn’t have to be.
Thomas Pynchon, Inherent Vice
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- “Truly occult and Theosophical books ought to be prayers and poems; calculated to lift the heart and the mind of the reader up to the highest regions of thought, and aiding him to descend into the innermost sanctuary of his own being”
- “Her nails were crooked pink sloth-hooks and her bony, nervous hands made clutching, Nosferatu shadows across her concave belly.”
- “Tea,” murmured Homily. “Enough for our lifetimes.”
- “Do not tell me it is too late to be successful or happy. Do not tell me you are sick or broken in spirit, the spirit cannot be sick or broken, because it is of God.”
- The Eternal Footman