Il sorriso di Helen mi tranquillizzò; in fondo era una delle persone che amava leggere per prima i miei lavori. Intinsi la punta nell’inchiostro e scrissi le prime parole: Il cuore rivelatore.

Books like Twilight are not art. They are mass-produced crap that is meant to be consumed by the widest possible audience, for the largest possible profit.

It was Stevenson, I think, who most notably that there are some places that simply demand a story should be told of them. …After all, perhaps Stevenson had only half of the matter. It is...

Time snapped and Hagerty found himself speeding toward the woman in the straitjacket. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he pulled her off the corpse and held her at arm’s length. He caught a glimpse of...

Lionel was filled with awful remorse. He asked where had Thomas been last seen, and the boy told him he was headed for the church. Lionel nodded and went home to fetch his shotgun. Throughout...

You are fifty different kinds of twisted.””Only fifty? Val, you wound me.

She holds you like a whore in the night, but she’ll take your soul and not think twice.

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.

It’s a case of mistaken identity. It’s one big mistake. You weren’t even in the country when it happened.”Maja in the short story ‘Metro’ by Steen Langstrup

Hardly had the light been extinguished, when a peculiar trembling beganto affect the netting under which the three children lay.It consisted of a multitude of dull scratches which produced a metallicsound, as if claws and...

Horror is the natural reaction to the last 5,000 years of history.

The door of the judge’s house was opened to him by a huge, bearded man who informed the reporter in a conversational tone that if he did not leave the village immediately he would not...

I started after him…and the clown looked back. I saw Its eyes, and all at once I understood who It was.””Who was it, Don?” Harold Gardner asked softly.”It was Derry,” Don Hagarty said. “It was...

That one smooth black eye stared, and reflected in it I fancied I could see the cyclopeon city, and the endless column of the marching dead.

It was no ape, neither was it a man. It was some shambling horror spawned in the mysterious, nameless jungles of the south, where strange life teemed in the reeking rot without the dominance of...

Of all the problems and complications in my life, I had not expected love to be one of them.

He looked up at the round, stained glass window in front of him, a blurred kaleidoscope backlit in the morning sun. It glowed. The color of heaven. Of her hair. He sat back and cracked...

A true god surely cannot have been born of a girl, nor died on the gibbet, nor be eaten in a piece of dough… [or inspired] books, filled with contradictions, madness, and horror.

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.

Jesus Christ-” “Is Not here right now,” the man in black replied,”and even if he were, he could not save you.

One day you see a man walking down the road, the next day you come to his yard and find him dead… Why is it that he cannot do what the living do? It is...

Woodward, Bernstein, and Lucy,” Lucy corrected.

Heaven has no idea its Queen is on the edge of suicide.

The loneliest place to spend eternity is your own life after you can’t change it anymore.”–Lucifer from Kevin

The road up and the road down are one and the same.” Heraclitus

Perhaps I should not hope to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in absolute silence and barren immensity.

As has already been noted, fantastic literature developed at precisely the moment when genuine belief in the supernatural was on the wane, and when the sources provided by folklore could safely be used as literary...

Ms. Fang is the nicest, sweetest teacher at Scary School. She only ate twelve kids last year.

The best chess-player in Christendom may be little more than the best player of chess; but proficiency in whist implies capacity for success in all those more important undertakings where mind struggles with mind.

For an instant Harry imagined… Just for an instant, before his imagination blew a fuse and called an emergency shut down and told him never to imagine that again.

There was nothing physical she could do to stop Mario from carrying out whatever he wished. She shivered at the thought of what that sleazy, other world leftover might do should she launch an attack...

All cats are gray in the dark. And besides, her actions have less to do with her, and everything to do with you.

Holding onto anger is like carrying a bucket of poison. Every step you walk, it splashes onto yourself and others. When you finally reach the one who deserves it, you have poisoned yourself and many...

When extremists come together extreme things happen.

I can also speak to small woodland creatures,” he grins at me.

The snow wasn’t deep – in many places its crust was firm enough that they actually walked on top of it – but the wind was surgical, a precision instrument with needles for teeth, and...

I am, yet I strive to not be. Do you understand, comrade?” His tone suggested fellowship, disciples of the same obscene religion. …

Oh my God,” Mrs. McIntire screamed. She’d dropped to her knees, the dark sand and water soaking into her jeans. “Neely!”Mr. McIntire held his wife while she screeched her daughter’s name over and over. “She’s...

She was lost now, she’d been silenced- another dead branch on Cordova’s warped tree.

Today, acknowledgement of the prevalence and harms of child sexual abuse is counterbalanced with cautionary tales about children and women who, under pressure from social workers and therapists, produce false allegations of ‘paedophile rings’, ‘cult...

Odessa sighed. ‘When I said you were one of the smartest people in the company, I was referring solely to your technical abilities. Now get to work.

Just tell yourself they’re only stories. Pamela K. Kinney (Spectre Nightmares and Visitations)

The preface? Why would he waste time with the preface? Skip the preface and move on to the meat of the thing!

I live in different worlds. One world where I perform my duty as a part of society. My favorite is my world. The writing’s world.

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

The future will never bend to the fleeting hopes of the man.”From “Lucifer’s Ladder: God of the Fallen, Book One

The times have changed and now the story is old, but yet it all remains the same, a victim in the cold.

You tell a soul or even God Hisself what you seen when the rougarou changes , or even that you met one, and a year ain’t passed, you’re liable to change to one yourself.

The book the snowman was the best book I have ever read it had suspence durring the whole book it was AWSOME!!!

He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.