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Storms rumble beyond the horizon, and the fires of heaven purge the earth. There is no salvation without destruction, no hope this side of death.
New York ... Babylon-on-the-Hudson, sinful, extravagant, full of the nervous hilarity of the doomed.
Where the poison wind blows a deadly plague spreading negativity, viciously unto every city.
I have watched patients stand and gaze longingly toward the city they in all likelihood will never enter again. It means liberty and life; it seems so near, and yet heaven is not further from hell.
Him the Almighty Power
Hurled headlong naming from the ethereal sky,
With hideous ruin and combustion, down
To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell
In adamantine chains and penal fire,
Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
You heard me. Go away.
But ... where should I go?
To hell or home, as you prefer.
Mishmar. Your father's hellish prison he cobbled together from the remains of office buildings from Omaha, which he destroyed. The Mishmar that's stuffed to the brink with mutated vampires. That Mishmar." "Yes." "You
Toyland, toyland ... once you pass its portals you may never return again.
Stories of a mythical angel paradise called an Angelopolis are like Peter Pan's Never Never Land.
You must now go home, where everything
you can be quite sure
will be falser than here ... You must go now. You'll leave by the right, through the alley ...
the beautiful wreckage of mercy.
New York City, city of exaggerations. Place of Herculean ascensions and perilous falls.
Istanbul ... the constant beating of the wave of the East against the rock of the West ...
This Side of Paradise
The dark tower. Childe Roland to the dark tower came.
A waste land lit by holy candles.
The last wandering
Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
There I find an Ark torn asunder and a Vicegerent over Yonder
This town is like Gone with the Wind on mescaline!" From Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.
If hell is to roam, then i've got hell to pave ...
The martyrdom of me.
Los Angeles, this anthill, this slag heap, the city where I suffered and grappled with life and was defeated, and where I finally triumphed.
Goliath was the best thing that ever happened to David
Back to that place that he dreaded. Back to that place of pain and fire.
Near the gates and within two cities there will be scourges the like of which was never seen: famine within plague, people put out by steel, crying to the great immortal God for relief.
Tangling with the Goliath Corporation generally left you in one of two places: inside a wooden box with a grieving family outside, or inside a wooden box under six foot of soil with family wondering where you were. The former was if they didn't hold a grudge.
[death] ... the abyss from where no traveler is permitted to return
A prison! heav'ns, I loath the hated name,
Famine's metropolis, the sink of shame,
A nauseous sepulchre, whose craving womb
Hourly inters poor mortals in its tomb;
By ev'ry plague and ev'ry ill possess'd,
Ev'n purgatory itself to thee 's a jest.
The road to victory goes through the belly of the beast
Getawayfrommeyoumiserablelittlecreep.
Town VIII. Monseigneur in the Country IX. The Gorgon's Head
History takes place between the Fall and the Apocalypse, with a narrow escape route called Salvation.
Wherever a great soul utters its thoughts, there is Golgatha.
Visions of paradise. That was exactly what had led him down into hell, into endless arguments with his family, into such a powerful feeling of guilt that he had felt incapable of doing anything and had finally sought refuge in another world.
Flee the darkness. Do not be led astray to your destruction.'79
The Last Unicorn
The Last Battle was not hope. The Last Battle was death. But it was a place to be, a place to go.
Twilight of the idols, it cursed from the worship of the extinguished candles.
Now he tried to find strength to tear himself away and go on a lonely journey
for vengeance. If once he could go, his anger would bear him down all the roads of the world, pursuing, until he had him at last: Gollum. Then Gollum would die in a corner.
I'm so close to Heaven, this Hell cannot be mine.
Where there is no faith, human choices, in all their mad variety, reel back into the dark woods, or into the inextricable error of the labyrinth. But the labyrinth is intolerable. We must be going somewhere.
A journey is a fragment of Hell.
The arkleseizure cometh!
Having lost peace, a man loses the guidance of God and he is on the way to destruction.
The long horizon, the lunging, clotted sea like a swinging door opening, closing, opening.
There is nothing like been consumed by the blazing fire of untold story.
The full moon - the mandala of the sky.
First thought of the morning, last worry of the night - your Goliath dominates your day and infiltrates your joy.
THE NIGHT OF CARAVAL EVE
A thing of orchestrated hell-a terrible symphony of light and flame.
A disaster wrapped in a catastrophe sitting on a pile of misfortune.
Man hovers between Paradise and the Pit," Gordinus told her cheerfully. "Sometimes rising to one, sometimes swooping to the other. To ignore his capacity for evil is as obtuse as blinding oneself to the heights to which he can soar.
Earth's a howling wilderness,
Truculent with fraud and force.
A pirate spreading misery and ruin over the face of the ocean
I fled, and cry'd out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.
By examining characters lighting the way to hell, as it were, are readers spared iniquity? Are stories a heeded warning, or merely an entertainment? Each story in the collection tries to wrestle with these questions.
A vivid tale of exploration set in a howling, deadly wilderness.
Time for the world to end.
Fuck this shit I'm going to Narnia
Instantly the spirit of hell awoke in me and raged. With a transport of glee, I mauled the unresisting body, tasting delight from every blow; and it was not till weariness had begun to succeed, that I was suddenly, in the top fit of my delirium, struck through the heart by a cold thrill of terror.
Escape.. escape.. escape by God. Never mind hunger pains, discomfort, or any other agony. Let escape become your passion, your one and only obsession until you finally reach home.
I have to go and learn my fate.
End of the world delight
Somebody
Give us a story
Narrate all the places
That we'll never see
Give us a haven
For our imagination
So at least in our minds
We can attempt to be free
Viva Las Vegas with your neon flashin' and your one arm bandits crashin' all those hopes down the drain. Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime, turnin night into daytime. If you see it once, you'll never be the same again.
The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan ...
But the wicked are like the tossing sea, which cannot rest, whose waves cast up mire and mud.
We are searching for Go.
Valhalla on the right. Paradise regained on the left. Stuck between a Godiva truffle and a chocolate eclair. Between a rock and a very hard place. Two very hard places from the looks of it.
The earthly city glories in itself, the Heavenly City glories in the Lord.
A city that was to live by night after the wilderness had passed. A city that was to forge out of steel and blood-red neon its own peculiar wilderness.
The Old West, mysterious, serious, with great beauty at every vista and terrible things happening whenever any people appeared.)
I have come here and will lead this passage to the farthest ends of the world "
~ Gol D. Roger ~
I am going where turtles win
I am going
where conmen puke and die
Down the sad esplanades
of the official world.
Neither in the sky nor in mid-ocean, nor by entering into mountain clefts, nowhere in the world is there a place where one may escape from the results of evil deeds.
Rage, rage against the dying light
A city of Dreadful Nights:
The world rolls round forever like a mill, it grinds out life and death and good and ill. It has no purpose, heart, nor mind, nor will.
A dark and towering shadow, rising like the phoenix from the ashes ... malevolent ... omnipotent ... The Phantom of the Opera!
And through a Riddle, at the last--
Sagacity, must go--
Show me a country where the bombs had to fallShow me the ruins of buildings so tallAnd I'll show you a young landWith many reasons whyThere but for fortune, go you or IYou or I.
Death: the grand perhaps.
God justifieth the ungodly, and that takes you up where you now are: it meets you in your worst estate.
After there is great trouble among mankind, a greater one is prepared. The great mover of the universe will renew time, rain, blood, thirst, famine, steel weapons and disease. In the heavens, a fire seen
I am going to hell. Not passing go. Just straight to hell.
To the lost, transfixed among the self-inflicted ruins,
All that is non-air (if this indeed is not deception)
Is agony immobilized. While Time,
The endless idiot, runs screaming round the world.
Hark! o'er the dread abyss the sea-bird screams
The rocks resound
again the lightning gleams!
The picture. A great plain, comprising the entire Jerusalem district, where is the supreme Commander-in-Chief of the forces of good, Christ our Lord: another plain near Babylon, where Lucifer is, at the head of the enemy.
There is a dreadful Hell, And everlasting pains; There sinners must with devils dwell In darkness, fire, and chains.
In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary?
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
I'm going home." - Celeste
"To never return?" - Uway
"Yes, show me the way to never return." - Celeste
ALL LIGHT WILL FALL
The Wretched of the Earth is an explosion.
I had been told I was on the road to hell, but I had no idea it was just a mile down the road with a dome on it.
the sort of place you went when you had no other options.
The end of the world.
Hell is God's Absence.
Go; for thy stay, not free, absents thee more.