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“We are aberrations—beings born undead, neither one thing nor another, or two things at once â€� uncanny things that have nothing to do with the rest of creation, horrors that poison the world by sowing our madness everywhere we go, glutting daylight and darkness with incorporeal obscenities. From across an immeasurable divide, we brought the supernatural into all that is manifest. Like a faint haze it floats around us. We keep company with ghosts. Their graves are marked in our minds, and they will never be disinterred from the cemeteries of our remembrance. Our heartbeats are numbered, our steps counted. Even as we survive and reproduce, we know ourselves to be dying in a dark corner of infinity. Wherever we go, we know not what expects our arrival but only that it is there.”
― Thomas Ligotti, The Conspiracy Against the Human Race

“It seemed to me also that, sadly, the urge to cleanse ourselves of what we fear is sin or madness comes from a deeper urge to believe outward appearance has everything to do with what's inside... But nothing ever goes away. Nothing can be washed away.”
― Penelope Przekop, Aberrations

“Why do people lie?' I asked him.
'I don't know,' he said. 'I don't know why we do.'
'Why do you lie to your wife?'
'I don't know.' He shook his head. 'I think maybe it's a weakness, a sign of a need for somethin'. Maybe attention. I don't know. Somethin' more than what I've got. Maybe I'm a prisoner, too.”
― Penelope Przekop, Aberrations

“Why do people lie?" I asked him.
"I don't know," he said. "I don't know why we do."
"Why do you lie to your wife?"
"I don't know." He shook his head. "I think maybe it's a weakness, a sign of a need for somethin'. Maybe attention. I don't know. Somethin' more than what I've got. Maybe I'm a prisoner, too.”
― Penelope Przekop, Aberrations

“I wished I could make him see what I saw. I wished I could make him feel it. But he was slippery and hollow inside. He was too perfect to ever view an imperfection as a gift. He was doomed to live his life looking impeccable while the aberrations, the imperfections, and the oddities of nature grew up around him.”
― Penelope Przekop, Aberrations

“Throughout my life," she said, spreading her arms out as if to say that the wall was her life, "I've set goals, mapped out a course of action, a measurable plan, and then step-by-step, I've accomplished those goals. I accomplish the goal in question and don't concern myself with what thangs look like or how my plan is perceived along the way. Only the end result matters, the culmination of multiple parts, tiny steps I recognized early on as critical.”
― Penelope Przekop, Aberrations