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Terror is the instinct that tells you to run, dear God, run, she murmured. Run for your life. But it just makes you into meat. Predators take the ones who run. Horror is the mind-thing, the worm of knowledge you can't stop turning over no matter how awful it is. It grows in your mind and destroys you by your own intelligence.
— Kat Richardson
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Poor, dear God. Playing Idiot's Delight. The game that never means anything, and never ends.
— Robert E. Sherwood
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