Adam Johnson Quotes

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

It's not the darkness that people fear; it's what they imagine into the darkness.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

If you could hear the insane stuff going on in my head, it would scare the hell out of you. Probably. Or fascinate you. Depends on how easily you're startled, I guess.

I definitely am afraid of the dark. Somehow, in my mind I can always come up with some horrific stuff to worry about.

Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.

It's a dark, cool, quiet place. A basement in your soul. And that place can sometimes be dangerous to the human mind. I can open the door and enter that darkness, but I have to be very careful. I can find my story there. Then I bring that thing to the surface, into the real world.

Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o’clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn’t work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.

There is always a certain hour of the day and of the night when a man’s courage is at its lowest ebb, and it was that hour only that he feared.

It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires.

Everyone fears and courts his own demon.

O how the darkness do crowd up, one against the other, in ye hearts! What fear ye more that what ye have wroughten?

The things I fear may all be imaginary, so what I fear most is my imagination.

Present fears are less than horrible imaginings.

He felt that the darkness was full of unimaginable horrors - and the trouble with unimaginable horrors was that they were only too easy to imagine.

Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.

Humans are mentally sick with a disease called fear.

What difference do it make if the thing you scared of is real or not?

There is no scarier chasm of darkness than the human mind.

Something pure to burn away the darkness that hides inside my mind

For a while they stood there, like men on the edge of a sleep where nightmare lurks, holding it off, though they know that they can only come to morning through the shadows.

And as the elevator descents, passing the second floor, and the first floor, going even father down, I realize that the money doesn't matter. That all that does is that I want to see the worst