Horror Fantasy Quotes

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It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible.

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality.

I like to make blank pages darker. It's this thing I do.

I looked at Vicki. My beautiful Vicki. My dream. My love. My life.

A riverless silence made the air heavy.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t—how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

‘Eighth one this week, ’ he said.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

I don’t know why I told you all those things, but I did. Maybe it was because I’m a drunk, and sometimes drunks like to confess.

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.

‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

Drive. He’s already dead.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me.

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

Something warned me that what I might see would haunt me forever.

You got what you deserved. Now be a man and confess to what most of us already know.

I get a kick out of cursing people for life on Sundays.

…Late at night, when the hour is none, I dream the dreams of the damned.

You keep squintin' in Savage's dark corners, you gonna wish yourself blind.

He had existed for a long time and was fluent in many languages - most of them…dead ones.

I don't have expensive tastes – just bloody ones.– Vampire Dragul Mangorian

Never give up! And write for yourself first and foremost.

There was blood on the hair of his chinny chin chin.

I’m not a bad person.

The raven – Asker – immediately cawed. It sounded suspiciously like laughter. “Not... be afraid of Asker.” The raven’s button eyes gleamed. “He only eats worms… you are not worm.

Pulling back, like a savage carnivore at its prey, it tore a large chunk of meat rendering his left arm useless...regardless he did not require it for long.

No, not my spirit, just my ego, and my arms, and my chest, and my back, but luckily they are just bruised.” Squanto responded, “I fear you may not be so lucky.

He screamed in agony as large black wings erupted from his back - each had four large talons on it.

Even in death, may you be triumphant

To write your dreams of fantasy, is to create fantasy in another's dreams

To write you dreams of fantasy, is to create fantasy in another's dreams.

What you seem to forget is that I'm not one of the embodiments of evil. I'm one of the embodiments of fear. That means I know what makes evil quake in the light of the sun.

You can’t get the blood out.

People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.

There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her.

This place is Hell’s waiting room.

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.

What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

Come now, I was not about to let that thing eat you.

Is it possible for one to enter sleep and wander while never waking? And if so, for how long can one survive this way?

New beginnings come with the tail of the red-winged blackbird. Here’s to hoping my daddy was right.

I like to think she hates my guts a little less every hour.

I remembered what it was like to die-the pain, the fear, the doubt, and the unknown. Somehow I had cheated death once. Now I was about to try again.