Tom Piccirilli Quotes & Sayings

He doesn't hate you, Thomas, he admires you. And we're often frightened and jealous of what we admire. — Tom Piccirilli

Imagination is a cruel master to the jealous man. — Tom Piccirilli

Coincidence only carries so far, and then you just have to figure that the universe wants to fuck you up as much as possible — Tom Piccirilli

The Crone tires quickly and reaches out for the velvet draperies, sits on the divan, breathing heavily. She's too ancient to have a name any longer. When she coughs you can hear the ages rattling inside her shrunken frame. No human names can cling to her any more- they slip from her dusty shriveled flesh like a young girl's whimsies. — Tom Piccirilli

skin the off-white of a dirty motel sheet. — Tom Piccirilli

It will finish badly when she dries out, I suppose, and probably end with madness, but almost everything does. — Tom Piccirilli

Eddie asks, So what next?
And Jesus, his eyes dark but laced with a hint of mercy, the thorn scars just barely visible at his hairline, says, Damned if I know. — Tom Piccirilli

Evil, as considered in these cases, is a lack of choice. — Tom Piccirilli

I thought about the kind of man who would stop off somewhere for a gun but not put on a pair of pants before committing grand larceny. — Tom Piccirilli

We move in spasms. — Tom Piccirilli

It seems that the people who question me the most are the ones who've committed the most outlandish or atrocious acts. — Tom Piccirilli

Every guy liked to think that his demons were meaner and crazier than anybody else's. — Tom Piccirilli

He was a realist with too much fervor and not enough reverie. He always remained pragmatic in a place that had too much use for superstition. That's enough to ruin any man. — Tom Piccirilli

Ghosts will forever put in appearances, as they should. Our illusions have muscle and meaning. The past returns at midnight, in the heart of our dreams, and the rains and the willows forever remind us of the sacrifices we've offered and those we have yet to make. — Tom Piccirilli