“The corpses in the wasteland of past and present haunt us. We are still in Eliot’s land of the dead, imprisoned in Kafka’s penal colony, running from the unexplained rage of the golem, listening to Lovecraft’s drumbeat of horror, and shivering in the chilly shadow of Grau and Murnau’s Nosferatu. We cannot awaken from history.”

“The corpses in the wasteland of past and present haunt us. We are still in Eliot’s land of the dead, imprisoned in Kafka’s penal colony, running from the unexplained rage of the golem, listening to Lovecraft’s drumbeat of horror, and shivering in the chilly shadow of Grau and Murnau’s Nosferatu. We cannot awaken from history.”

— W. Scott Poole