Ya Horror Quotes
I'm a man born to blood and pain, and peace would be a killing blow for me.
Part of his mind was screaming, but it was a distant one and easy to ignore.
If I am horror writer, I should listen to metal???- Why not to dubstep??? Or Deathstep???
I sleep with the lights on now. Not because I’m afraid of the dark, but because I like to keep the night as far away as I can.
Nil Sine Magno Labore ("Nothing without great effort") --Motto of Brooklyn College
While his brain lay slowly dying, Bevan felt his body come back to life.
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.
Fear is the short road to death and this world, Changed by the flux of decay: Survival is the exception for weary men.From the new book The Waning
There's no such thing as a limit on being the best. You can always go for more. That's what it means to be human. No... That's what it means to be me. - Claire Stanfield
Also, in the dismal Cold Waste, any man treasures illusions, though knowing them almost certainly to be such.
There is no reticence nor any limit to a 'Majique.' Only the unwillingness of the mind to open itself to the limitless power of possibilities that exist within the unbelievable.
If this is dying, Chloe thought, I'd like to do it again sometime.
Gerard turned away and ignored the cruelty of the meerkats, tore it from his mind. Lucretia needed a heart.
They were like lightning and rain, existing together but clashing at their very natures.
Nightmares are seldom a foreshadowing of real events, but always a showing of real fears.
I write fiction. It may have mystery, it may have horror, it may have fantasy, it may have love, but like life, it's all the same genre.
One evening, after a particularly terrible row, the prince smashed his princess over the head with an old wooden clock and she tumbled to the floor, dead.
She stared at her face in the mirror, feeling everything around her slipping away. The face stared back, and she wondered who was looking at her.
Fred Ruskin barreled through the rain down Buchanan Street in his battered Pacer, the jar his dead wife had directed him to retrieve from his nephew’s coffin bouncing in the seat beside him.
I can’t!” Maggie was now standing on the wall. “Past the boundary wall is a bad place. I’m not allowed in the bad place.
It strikes me profoundly that the world is more often than not a bad and cruel place.
I carry out sun rituals on the slopes of high mountains. But I am also taboo for myself, untouchable because forbidden.
What is the point of our lives? There isn't any. I can't seem to decide how much horror and how much joy lies within that simple truth, but I know it is both of those things at once.
Come out, come out, wherever you are... come out, come out, or you'll end up in the tar...
Despite their displays of bravado, young boys can be peculiarly susceptible to atmosphere("Between Four Yews")
Jane woke, stretched, and decided to kill herself. If she hadn’t found a reason to live by the end of the day she would jump from the rig. It felt good to have a plan.
It had seemed to me an elegant nightmare concoction made by adults for adults, to further the aims and fantasies of adults, and what have children to do with such things?
He had no idea of my misery. It would have surprised him to think that I was a human creature with a soul.
But if I die without trying again, I'm a coward. I don't mind having regrets about stuff I've done. It's the regrets about stuff I haven't done that bother me.
Ah, relationships. If he was lucky, Luke thought, he would never have another one.
Sanctum, a holy or sacred place. What could be more sacred than possessing the power of your own true thoughts? Sanctum. It is both lock and key.
When the world uncovers some dark disguise, Embrace the darkness with averted eyes.