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The Mistletoe Murders: A Nietzschean Murder Mystery

Book by Mark Romel · 17 quotes · Truth, Love, Deception

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“She, that witch Julie, brought sunshine into my shadows. She was a vessel of light that had sailed down from the highest stars. In those days, I had no idea that women were made from pain. Now pain is all I know. I play music all the time. This music transforms words into tears. Agony floats on this pool of sorrow. It defies the motion of the planets around the sun.”

“Liars gain a huge advantage over truth-tellers, you know. Truth has been found to be a terrible weakness, an evolutionary catastrophe. The society that coated itself with lies was found to be a better survival machine. The man who told the truth was extraordinarily naive and stupid. Now the expectation is always of being lied to. Nowadays when one man is talking to another, he knows instinctively he is being lied to and his mind automatically overlays that set of lies with a neutralizing set of lies, leaving behind a kind of truth. But what sort of truth is it that arises exclusively from lies?”

“God is the darkest creature in the universe, sitting on his throne of perpetual malice. He gives only one answer. Silence is his answer, always. The silence that surrounds him is the silence that condemns him. This is no ordinary silence. It’s the silence of eternity. Where did this moral monster come from? From the mad fantasies of men. He is the empty toy of an over-indulged, blue-eyed child. The world does not need him.”

“I feel too much. To feel too much is unhealthy. But an excess of sensitivity is the paint that colors the tormented castle of genius. All human greatness is pathological in origin. My suffering breathes life into me, more and more life, more life than I can deal with. It allows me to travel to places I might never otherwise have visited: places in the mind, in the soul, in the mythic layers of unspoken fears. It is the source of my secret strength. It is a strength of which even Nimue cannot deprive me.”

“Truth is nightmare. All the nightmares have come back home. We send them out at night to terrify the normal, to show them a glimpse of our world, our world of burning Viking longboats sailing over the edge of this cursed earth, plunging into the Sirens’ immortal abyss. A cruel eagle soars over a lake of mothers’ tears, a blood-drenched witness to a Spanish festival of murder, a thousand scarlet massacres on the silver plains ruled by brutal Aztec princes. We are standing amidst a Byzantine legend of pain and we are happy. We communicate directly with the center of the earth. Only pain lives there. That is why we revere it.”

“I want to pluck the sun from the sky and set fire to the whole earth, the whole universe. I want to see all creation engulfed in flames. Everything must burn and burn forever. Especially morality. And democracy. I want to see the flesh of those creatures melting in front of me. I want to see all their corrupt bones and internal organs on fire.”

“Where in the motion of the stars is morality? Does a lion stop in its tracks to weigh the moral options? Are the seas full of frothing morality, of a turbulent whirlpool of moral dilemmas? Does a shark pause to consider moral issues when it is hunting down a wounded porpoise? Where in the Periodic Table is morality? Which is the Moral Element? What is its atomic number?”

“Revenge is a color, a color that never fades. A beautiful color. It is the color of the sky at dawn when lovers are hauled out of their beds and garroted in the middle of the street; the color of the ancient sea when Noah’s Ark has been breached below the water line; the color of Jacob’s Ladder as it collapses while Jacob has climbed only half-way to heaven. But it is more than that, much more. It contains the pigment that colors the eyes of the lovers that betray you.”

“Then along came social media, the worst thing of all, the Cretin Unbound. Any moron could shout down Prometheus. The confederacy of dunces could descend like a pack and mock Apollo and Pythagoras. Now I’m putting an end to this circus. The clowns have performed long enough. The joke’s not funny anymore.”

“I refuse to share the thoughts of the ordinary. I am the outsider not because they expelled me but because I expelled them! I have rejected the world. I am contra mundum. I have climbed on top of the moon and deflected the earth from its path. I have put out the fires of the sun with just one of my tears.”