#nightmares

In our increasingly secular society, with so many disparate gods and different faiths, superhero films present a unique canvas upon which our shared hopes, dreams and apocalyptic nightmares can be projected and played out. ↗

— Tom Hiddleston

#different #different faiths #disparate #dreams #faiths

I have a lot of nightmares. ↗

— James L. Brooks

#lot #nightmares

I used to have nightmares about the Antichrist - what would happen, where it would come from, and who it would be. ↗

— Marilyn Manson

#antichrist #come #happen #i #nightmares

You have to know who you are, if you don't you have nightmares. ↗

— Stephen Rea

#nightmares #who #you

It is the earliest dream that I can remember, earlier than the witch at the corner of the nursery passage, this dream of something outside that has got to come in. The witch, like the masked dancers, has form, but this is simply power, a force exerted on a door, an influence that drifted after me upstairs and pressed against windows. ↗

— Graham Greene

#nightmares #dreams

My dreams are of water. And my nightmares. ↗

— Siouxsie Sioux

#nightmares #water

Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty. ↗

— Herbert Gold

#boils #brought #careers #demands #edge

I don't lose sleep over what I have done or have nightmares about it. ↗

— Dennis Nilsen

#done #i #lose #nightmares #over

Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly, both, caught in a cocoon of raw nerves and open sores; she was insanity, wrapped up in the thin, transient wrappings of a temporary lucidity; and she was afraid, because an innate desire lay in the bottom reaches of her psyche for the very poison that was killing her. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#fear #horror #insanity #loneliness #madness

My Manager forced me to put my beetle in my own ear, a clear waste and an act that gave me nightmares: of a burning city through which giant carnivorous lizards prowled, eating survivors off of balconies. In one particularly vivid moment, I stood on a ledge as the jaws closed in, heat-swept, and tinged with the smell of rotting flesh. Beetles intended for the tough, tight minds of children should not be used by adults. We still remember a kinder, gentler world. ↗

— Jeff Vandermeer

#fantasy #new-weird #nightmares #new-adult