Here is another marvy glimpse into the gothic basement that I call my mind.
I transplanted my brain into 'HQ' and that's where the dark corners of my mind got exposed: Pop culture, '90s baseball, 'Simpsons,' 'Seinfeld,' 'Mr. Show,' Phish, Grateful Dead.
Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind
Sometimes... sometimes I think the Asylum is a head. We're inside a huge head that dreams us all into being. Perhaps it's your head, Batman. Arkham is a looking glass... and we are you.
Sometimes there is no darker place than our thoughts, the moonless midnight of the mind.
You'll never succeed in idealizing hard work. Before you can dig mother earth you've got to take off your ideal jacket. The harder a man works, at brute labor, the thinner becomes his idealism, the darker his mind.
I can guide you if you feel blind, I just need you to be willing to journey into my ILL Mind.
The insides of our own minds are the scariest things there are.
Wake the sleeper must, and confront his fears, or risk being lost in the dark places of the mind forever.
The truth is dark under your eyelids.
In obedience there is always fear, and fear darkens the mind.
It's famous that comedians have a very dark personal state of mind. I think, in my case, it's the same. The only way to get deep is to have a balance, or a counterbalance.
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.
Until writing was invented, man lived in acoustic space: boundless, directionless, horizonless, in the dark of the mind, in the world of emotion.
I'm a highly intelligent, highly articulate, very empathetic, down-to-earth person. But man, my thoughts are incredibly dark. Incredibly dark.
What I see as the particularly exciting prospect for writing horror fiction as we go forward is setting stories in more internal landscapes than external ones, mapping out the mind as the home for scary things instead of the house at the end of the lane or lakeside campground or abandoned amusement park.
You see, Frank found out the hard way that the dark things lurking in the night don’t haunt old houses or abandoned ships. They haunt minds.
Some girls are bright as the morning / And some girls are blessed with a dark turn of mind.
