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“The term “panic” derives from Pan, the god of the woods. People lost deep in the forest report a terror, as though trees might conspire against them. Nature has no special regard for humanity. Panic is our brain's way of reminding us we should be humble.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“Most people who win the lottery are exactly as they were prior within a few years if they are not worse off. The fiscal management skills that lead one to give over daily money for scratch-offs will also cause the new money to vanish.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“Every year my feet touch its murky water, my soul feels cleaner.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“The salacious pictures lost context and daring, turning into contorted masses of flesh. If one couldn't escape a plague of breasts, if they swarmed, they ceased to be erogenous.”
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“Humans are narcissists and we like a cryptid that resembles us. Sea monsters, globsters, out-of-place animals, the potentially not-extinct, and mythic beasts do not hold a candle to an ape-man.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“It is no surprise this is the reputed to be the greatest city in the world. It is a blob of brick and neon connected by the arterial subway, equal parts fear and wonder. It breathes, more robotic than organic, but alive.”
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“I wanted to love the city. There is an electricity to the dullest day here that overpowers its clinging aroma. Friends have moved cityward, rarely seen again, each acting as though they relocated to Shangri-La, despite muggings and struggling.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“Any relationship beyond acquaintanceship is composed of one to three qualities: passion, intimacy, and commitment. Simple friendship has one: intimacy. You can have other friends and you do not feel passionately about one another, or we are dealing with another animal. Most romantic relationships begin with a dollop of passion, often to the exclusion of anything else. The person in your arms is the best in the world, though you barely know him or her. You have never felt this way. Any gaps or deficits are temporarily puttied over by passion. When most people envision romantic love, this is where they stop. Romantic comedies but only rarely deal with washing your lover's dishes because they must be up early for work. No one wants to see the mundane when they can flip the channel to a desperate, emotionally-stunted frottage. The passion of infatuation triggers the release of addictive chemicals. We would rather get another hit than cope with the relative dullness of intimacy and commitment.”
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“The ocean touched the horizon uninterrupted, the air so pure that nothing obscured the edge of the world. I understood then the madness of sailors as they abandoned all sight of land for the first time, of those who thought the world flat or the sea full of gods more ancient than time.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“No story about Las Vegas should begin in Vegas. It is a place one goes, often rashly, and from which one returns often poorer in money and richer in experience. It is a crapshoot—pun intended—if the outcome will match the intention. Las Vegas will not disappoint, becoming a story one can tell in a bar, how one got an unfortunate tattoo, or drunkenly married a new acquaintance at the Little Vegas Chapel in front of an Elvis impersonator.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“How I could ever establish a relationship with her father, though? His world was logical and mine was a morass of adolescent feelings. On television, we would grab a beer, replace a fan belt, and I would earn his begrudging respect. He might tell me to treat his daughter right while hitting the head of the wrench against his palm. In this world, I stood a better chance of connecting with the fan belt.”
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“Even then, even though hippies were unaware, Peace, Love, and Music was a brand, preying on our nostalgia for an experience few who worship it ever had.”
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“To understand Woodstock was impossible if you weren't there. Our national culture has drifted, progressed and regressed to suit the age. Chronologically handicapped, I grok this was a sacred experience forever locked away.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“Woodstock was a shiny bead we focus on to compactify disparate threads into one luminous moment.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“At the first of the explosions, I was no longer seeing the fireworks, but as a superimposition of every time that I had sat on concrete and plastic and sand and wood and gazed at the sky the day before vacation ended. I lost this experience in how comingled it was with the past and with vague accounting of when next I would see fireworks.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“It is said—not exclusively by people with eating disorders—that food is a drug. Who doesn't feel better when given chocolate at the end of a miserable day? To your brain, real chocolate mimics love. (For all its miracle, the brain subsists on illusions as much as it does much of the fat you eat. Chocolate supplies both.)”
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“Children assume that monsters dwell in closets. Pubescent literati know it is the gateway to magic lands.”
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“We were teenage ghost hunters, Ouija enthusiasts, and would have shouted after any Bigfoot who dared to show itself. Better to die becoming another spooky story for cable shows than miss learning an occult truth.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“In a small community, alien takeovers, portals to Hell, and demonic murder cults can better establish a foothold.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“The residents of what is now the Democratic Republic of Congo had no questions the okapi was real. The colonizers assumed stories of them were the gibber of savages, as colonizers are wont to do.”
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“With museums, I am at best stealing creative yeasts with which to make my strange pastries later. This is why we call it culture.”
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“Portland could have been any city. Port Clyde was too uncluttered to be anything else. There is a reason Stephen King sets his stories in little Maine towns. They are too quiet to be believed wholly savory.”
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“A full life can include things you ingest, but it is a barren mind who considers that the totality of one's persona.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“I prefer lakes, streams, and ponds to the sea. My people left the oceans for a reason and have since preferred their salt from shakers rather than brine.”
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“Lobster has an aroma that is not in itself that appealing, more so than most other breeds of seafood. Yet, the lean protein of lobster is always joined by the lurid fats of melted butter, improving the texture and taste of most things, as well as increasing waist and decreasing arteriole width.”
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“I wanted to author her story before she had the chance to live it all. I expected she kept her history from those who could not charm it out of her beneath bed sheets or starry skies.”
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“The winding turns around capes, the unclouded sky, the flower mottled hills existed only as an aspect of waiting. Towns, civilization, meant the possibility of stopping for a meal, for the night even. Deep forest preserves through which a dirt road cut, gorgeous vistas that made one in awe of nature, only meant we were not yet near our destination.”
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“Whether ghosts exist, it was silly to go to an expensive, infamously haunted inn if you didn't at least want to pretend. There was no need to be the sort of person who goes to a horror movie and points out it is all fake. We know. It's a movie. We suspended our disbelief when the lights dimmed. You are not made erudite by waving at the projectionist.”
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“There is something to the air here that leads one to compulsive napping. All these trees excrete dangerous levels of oxygen that one can only process in sleep. They have learned that we make better fertilizer for them unconscious.”
Thomm Quackenbush, Holidays with Bigfoot
“When one thinks of a romantic weekend, one imagines ax murder. Usually avoiding it, but tastes vary.”
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