#horror

I always do an all-night horror marathon on Saturdays where we start at seven and go until five in the morning. ↗

— Quentin Tarantino

#five #go #horror #i #i always

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

The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it's when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it's when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It's when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there's nothing there... ↗

— Stephen King

#horror #storytelling #walking

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed. ↗

— Stephen King

#horror #darkness

I have seen an evil thing this night,' he said; 'I have seen how the dead drink the blood of the living. And the blood is the life. ↗

— F. Marion Crawford

#horror #vampire #life

If we were to gain God's perspective, even for a moment, and were to look at the way we go through life accumulating and hoarding and displaying our things, we would have the same feelings of horror and pity that any sane person has when he views people in an asylum endlessly beating their heads against the wall. ↗

— Randy Alcorn

#christianity #clarity #display #hoarding #horror

I brought Sammy inside and put him to bed. Said his prayer with him. “‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in there somewhere. ↗

— Rick Yancey

#apocalypse #cassie #fiction #god #horror

Why should not a writer be permitted to make use of the levers of fear, terror and horror because some feeble soul here and there finds it more than it can bear? Shall there be no strong meat at table because there happen to be some guests there whose stomachs are weak, or who have spoiled their own digestions? ↗

— Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann

#supernatural #supernatural

Give me just enough information so that I can lie convincingly. ↗

— Stephen King

#king #on-writing #stephen-king #information

Demons are like obedient dogs; they come when they are called. ↗

— Remy de Gourmont

#evil #horror #supernatural #supernatural