Mark Fisher Quotes

You know how it is here. A bit like the Bermuda Triangle. From time to time, one of us disappears.

The enduring appeal of mystery stories for all of us is that the world is a pretty confusing place. There's a lot of really unanswered things, and perhaps the scariest notion would be that there might not always be answers out there for us.

Something unknown is doing we don't know what.

It's a phenomenon that we don't really understand.

One mysterious person looking at another mysterious person equals what? Another mystery.

It's an unknown, it's a disappeared. It has no identity, it's neither alive nor dead...it's disappeared

While it's cool to think ghosts exist, I don't want to see one.

We haven't found anything that we can't explain at all. I hope that will happen.

No magic. I do believe you might have taken it all with you when you went away.

Life's something we already understand. Death is a mystery.

Who wants to know that the person you love and need the most can just vanish forever

What do people fear most about death? I asked the reb. "Fear?" he thought for a moment. 'Well, for one thing, what happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined?" That's big. "Yes. But there's something else." What else? He leaned forward. "Being forgotten," he whispered.

I think what you can’t see is always what you should be frightened of.

You're scared of what you can't control

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more.

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

People just... disappear," he says. "The Earth just opens up and swallows people," I say, some what sadly, checking my Rolex. "Eerie." Kimball yawns, stretching. "Really eerie." "Ominous." I nod my agreement. "It's just"- he sights, exasperated- "futile.

Sometimes there are no answers.

Whatever is unknown is magnified.

Mystery magnifies danger as the fog the sun.

Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.

I always think it's not what we know that's terrifying; it's what we don't know. That's sort of pervasive with everything in life.

We look about in puzzlement at our world, with a sense of unease and disquiet. We think of ourselves as scholars in arcane liturgies, single men trapped in worlds beyond our devising. The truth is far simpler: there are things in the darkness beneath us that wish us harm.

The job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.

After school the very next day, El Rey's mobile home was gone. I laid in bed and wondered what happens to people when they go, if they become like shadows, if they fade away when they disappear from your life. The only thing I could see was the broken picket fence. The only sound I could hear was the cry of birds being killed in the night.