Frank Dillane Quotes

He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

A soul without reflection, like a pile Without inhabitant, to ruin runs.

When I walked out of the seminary, I was 31, but I was like a scared, frightened kid. I had no place to live, no license, no clothes. I was just a lost soul.

I can't imagine anything worse than being just left alone, scared out of your mind.

The most terrifying thing I can think of is being alone - and I mean utterly alone, like no one else in the world alone - at night. That's the nucleus of the first story in my collection and it's also where the title came from for the book.

I'm not one of those guys that has a great worldview. I kind of deal with terror and fear and isolation and abandonment.

I'm always on the verge of death in my head.

I became the unnatural son of a few score of beaten men.

Don't go away. I don't want to be alone. I can't stand being alone.

My day-to-day local issues are rooted in an underlying fear of death.

Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there.

What loneliness is more lonely than mistrust.

To be inside an abandoned mall is surreal. Often times I feel like I'm the last person alive on the planet.

This is who I am: a flyspeck of human vanity in a trillion miles of stone-dead interstellar space; a graceless lump of flesh and fear in a remote desert where nearly everything that I can see or touch is designed to hurt me.

On my travels I, at least, did not see Serbia as a land of paranoiacs - much more as the huge room of an orphaned, yes, an orphaned, abandoned child.

The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.

We're miserable because we think that we are mere individuals, alone with our fears and flaws and resentment and mortality.

There is no greater punishment than that of being abandoned to one's self.

Death approaches, which is always impending like the stone over Tantalus: then comes superstition with which he who is imbued can never have peace of mind.

You know, it's an interesting think when you consider... The Earth people, who can think, are so frightened by those who cannot: the dead.

I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?

From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation.