#horro

I was always a fan of horror films as a kid. ↗

— Jeri Ryan

#fan #films #horror #horror films #i

As one who participated in all the wars of the state of Israel, I saw the horror of wars. I saw the fear of wars. I saw my best friends being killed in battles. I was seriously injured twice. ↗

— Ariel Sharon

#being #best #fear #friends #horror

Being alone is scarier than any boogey man and the reason why I don't choose to see Horror movies as a rule. ↗

— Tom Sizemore

#any #being #being alone #choose #horror

A win by an unsound combination, however showy, fills me with artistic horror. ↗

— Wilhelm Steinitz

#combination #fills #horror #however #me

I am a big fan of horror movies but I had never thought that I had wanted to act in one because I don't think that actors get to do much in them. They're usually just reacting. ↗

— Julia Stiles

#am #because #big #big fan #fan

When I was a kid, there were these great comic books called 'Tales From The Crypt' and 'The Vault of Horror.' They were gruesome. I discovered them in the barbershop and thought they were fabulous. ↗

— R. L. Stine

#called #comic #comic books #discovered #fabulous

What kind of America do people want to leave for their children? What horrors are down the road, stuff that was unthinkable 30 years ago? ↗

— Randall Terry

#america #children #down #down the road #horrors

I like the fact that major studios have been attempting horror films recently. ↗

— Richard King

#been #fact #films #horror #horror films

When I need the idea, I can find it immediately. I have a horror of rewriting or deleting; the parts of my composition are carried in my head 'till I can write them down, even to the last note. Then I do not alter a jot. ↗

— Ruggero Leoncavallo

#carried #composition #down #even #find

Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench its heat, and the mellowest of autumns will tire of gentility at last, and ache for a quick sharp frost to kill its fruitfulness. Even winter — the hardest season, the most implacable — dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself. ↗

— Clive Barker

#seasons #dreams