#horror

That was horrible. Horrible. That poor little guy." Pex was unrepentant. "Yeah, well, he asked for it. Calling us ... all those things." But---buried alive! That's like in that horror movie. Y'know -- the one with all the horror." I think I saw that one. With all the words going up on the screen at the end?" Yeah, that was it. Tell you the truth, those words kinda ruined it for me. ↗

— Eoin Colfer

#horror-movies #humor #killers #stupidity #humor

I like stories about supervillains. They teach children that you can accomplish great things even when the whole world is against you. ↗

— G.D. Falksen

#humor #humorous #inspirational #pulp-fiction #steampunk

Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in. ↗

— Stephen King

#life

I will come,' the priest answered, 'for I have read in old books of these strange beings which are neither quick nor dead, and which lie ever fresh in their graves, stealing out in the dusk to taste life and blood. ↗

— F. Marion Crawford

#horror #vampires #life

Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak. ↗

— Ashley Madau

#love #paranormal #romance #teenage-love #teenagers

For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#heartbreak #horror #horror-romance #love #paranormal-romance

I'd love for readers to read what books are about so that if they are expecting happy endings in dark horror novels, they won't reach for the Vallium or something worse! ↗

— Carole Gill

#dark-gothic-horror-novel #readers #love

These fools who haven't the slightest idea how to live the morals they espouse. These fools who proclaim themselves men of God, yet show not the slightest reverance to His word...Is it any different from a drunkard preaching temperance? A whore preaching modesty? ↗

— Seth Grahame-Smith

#religion #spirituality #men

The stuff of nightmare is their plain bread. They butter it with pain. They set their clocks by deathwatch beetles, and thrive the centuries. They were the men with the leather-ribbon whips who sweated up the Pyramids seasoning it with other people's salt and other people's cracked hearts. They coursed Europe on the White Horses of the Plague. They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale. Some must have been lazing clowns, foot props for emperors, princes, and epileptic popes. Then out on the road, Gypsies in time, their populations grew as the world grew, spread, and there was more delicious variety of pain to thrive on. The train put wheels under them and here they run down the log road out of the Gothic and baroque; look at their wagons and coaches, the carving like medieval shrines, all of it stuff once drawn by horses, mules, or, maybe, men. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#greed #horror #nightmares #slavery #sweat

But maybe she should turn the other way while I get dressed. Wouldn't want to ruin her for other men. - Dean ↗

— Jeff Mariotte

#mystery #sci-fi #tv-tie-in #men