Zitate von Jeff VanderMeer
Jeff VanderMeer
Geburtstag: 7. Juli 1968
Andere Namen: 傑夫·凡德米爾, جيف فاندرمير
Jeff VanderMeer ist ein US-amerikanischer Autor phantastischer Geschichten.
Zitate Jeff VanderMeer
„That's how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality.“
— Jeff VanderMeer, buch Annihilation
Quelle: Annihilation
„A circle looks at a square and sees a badly made circle.“
— Jeff VanderMeer, buch Authority
Quelle: Authority
„some questions will ruin you if you are denied the answer long enough.“
— Jeff VanderMeer, buch Annihilation
Quelle: Annihilation
„It looked like lively abstract art. Symbols in search of context.“
— Jeff VanderMeer, buch Finch
p. 74
Finch (2009)
„It is the nature of the writer to question the validity of his world and yet rely on his senses to describe it. From what other tension can great literature be born?“
— Jeff VanderMeer, buch City of Saints and Madmen
"The Strange Case of X", p. 196
City of Saints and Madmen (2001–2004)
„I had learned so much about the world that I had decided to withdraw from it.“
— Jeff VanderMeer, buch Finch
p. 299
Finch (2009)
„I could not move or speak for several minutes, frozen in the belief that the book itself had changed and was now writing me.“
— Jeff VanderMeer, buch City of Saints and Madmen
AppendiX, "A note from Dr. V to Dr. Simpkin"
City of Saints and Madmen (2001–2004)
„The city might be savage, stray dogs might share the streets with grimy urchins whose blank eyes reflected the knowledge that they might soon be covered over, blinded forever, by the same two pennies just begged from some gentleman, and no one in the fuming, fulminous boulevards of trade might know who actually ran Ambergris—or, if anyone ran it at all, but, like a renegade clock, it ran on and wound itself heedless, empowered by the insane weight of its own inertia, the weight of its own citizenry.“
— Jeff VanderMeer, buch City of Saints and Madmen
"Dradin, In Love", Ch. 4, p. 48
City of Saints and Madmen (2001–2004)
„Unlike the Cult of the Seven-Edged Star, the Church of the Seven Pointed Star believed that God had seven points rather than seven edges. Therefore, rather than worshipping the journey toward self-realization symbolized by the edges, they worshipped the goals of self-realization as symbolized by the points. […] Adherents to the Church of the Seven-pointed Star used swords with sharp points but no edge, while the Cult of the Seven-Edged Star used swords with sharp edges but no point. Alas, edges proved superior to points in most battles fought in the streets of Nicea. Caroline's followers were forced to either commit sacrilege and switch to edges, or become meals for the ever-present saltwater buzzard. Proving, one could say, the point of the edges.“
— Jeff VanderMeer, buch City of Saints and Madmen
AppendiX, "The Ambergris Glossary", entry for Caroline of the Church of the Seven-Pointed Star
City of Saints and Madmen (2001–2004)
„An inordinate love of ritual can be harmful to the soul, unless, of course, in times of great crisis, when ritual can protect the soul from fracture.“
— Jeff VanderMeer, buch City of Saints and Madmen
"The Hoegbotton Guide to the Early History of the City of Ambergris", Ch. 4, p. 122
City of Saints and Madmen (2001–2004)
„It closely resembles the situation that exists within a mental institution: in tight quarters, in similar garb, dissimilar minds attempt to build a consensus reality that, with a monumental effort of empathy, cannot—can never!—take concrete form.“
— Jeff VanderMeer, buch City of Saints and Madmen
AppendiX, "King Squid", Part III: Expounding with brevity on the pecularities of squid lore, note 32
City of Saints and Madmen (2001–2004)
„A fresh river in a beautiful meadow
Imagined in his mind
The good Painter, who would some day paint it“
— Jeff VanderMeer, buch City of Saints and Madmen
"The Transformation of Martin Lake", epigram, p. 130
City of Saints and Madmen (2001–2004)
„Maybe once, early on, he had convinced himself he could do some good, sometimes even imagined he was a mole, getting close so he could strike a blow. Imagined he was in it to defend Ambergris from the enemies that surrounded it. Imagined he was protecting ordinary citizens.
But the truth was he’d been tired, had stopped caring. Broken down from too much fighting, too many things connected to his past. And when that spark, that impulse, had returned, it was too late: he was trapped.“
— Jeff VanderMeer, buch Finch
p. 20
Finch (2009)
