The town knew about darkness. It knew about the darkness that comes on the land when rotation hides the land from the sun, and about the darkness of the human soul. The town is an...

Night had come and eaten everything.

We tossed away the horror formula right from the beginning.

Stupidity is the chlorine that cleans out the gene pool.

This, then, is the ultimate, that is only, consolation: simply that someone shares some of your own feelings and has made of these a work of art which you have the insight, sensitivity, and —...

No one, none of us have rights. There is no destiny. We have responsibilities to ourselves and each other. We have responsibilities and the choice whether or not we live up to those responsibilities.

Darnell had received what is called a sound commercial education, and would therefore have found very great difficulty in putting into articulate speech any thought that was worth thinking;

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

Something like panic struck at Hurlow. Moffat’s calm confession of fear withdrew the prop upon which he had leaned. Down there, among the motionless shadows, lurked invisible things, things that were nameless, shapeless and malignant;...

He looked up at the stars as the storm closed in and saw them extinguished, one-by-one, until just two remained. They glimmered and shone through gaps in the clouds like two great eyes in the...

For me and the girls from my village, horror is a disease and we are sick with it. It is not an illness you can cure yourself of by standing up and letting the big...

Passando pelas galerias do esgoto de cabeça pra baixo, de trás pra frente, ao contrário, ao inverso, mas não; ao avesso, a entidade improcessável só podia ser convertida em enlouqueço, esqueço de mim e abandono...

It had been a bad trip … fast and wild in some moments, slow and dirty in others, but on balance it looked like a bummer. On my way back to San Francisco, I tried...

Only a cynic can create horror–for behind every masterpiece of the sort must reside a driving demonic force that despises the human race and its illusions, and longs to pull them to pieces and mock...

The fantastic postulates that there are forces in the outside world, and in our own natures, which we can neither know nor control, and these forces may even constitute the essence of our existence, beneath...

The shortest horror story:The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.

When you stop chasing your dreams, your dreams start chasing you.

I write fiction. It may have mystery, it may have horror, it may have fantasy, it may have love, but like life, it’s all the same genre.

Know your number. If you don’t know it you might forget who you are.

Our town carves up and spits out a few seeds each year. We all approach autumn with dread because nobody wants to be a seed.

You see, the strangeness of my case is that now I no longer fear the invisible, I’m terrified by reality.

It is in the elements that we found ourselves; even though the elements are not the same today.

Now would you get me a soda?

Innards came out crossed and complex, like a tumble of plus and minus signs–the equation of human life.

I’m getting the feeling that you two don’t like me. – Kristy

Beware, William of Mercia, you heeded not our warnings and you can no longer turn back, but the path ahead is strewn with danger, to you, and to those who travel with you. This is...

Insurgence and all forms of evil in a society doesn’t describes her as a failure, but vividly shows a lack of love for one another.

Write me a creature that thinks as well as a man or better than a man, but not like a man.

The unfortunate 8075 hadn’t survived his assault, splintering apart, fragments of its casing skittering across the bench. The battery within had split along its plane, revealing something as out-of-place as a missile in a bathtub.

Insanity is the only real escape from the banality of our lives. – Clara Bayliss

Don’t Fear the Reaper.

From a tale one expects a bit of wildness, of exaggeration and dramatic effect. The tale has no inherent concern with decorum, balance or harmony. … A tale may not display a great deal of...

I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret.

Neither spoke, but lat silently listening to the ticking of the clock. A stair creaked, and a squeaky mouse scurried noisily through the wall. The darkness was oppressive, and after lying for some time screwing...

I remembered what it was like to die-the pain, the fear, the doubt, and the unknown. Somehow I had cheated death once. Now I was about to try again.

A lizard brain fired the gun that wounded you, but it was the combination of three brains that orchestrated the elaborate circumstances in which the trigger was pulled. Way back when, the Landlord believed a...

Quiet people have the loudest minds.

The things a man sees when he ain’t got a gun.–Watson the Caretaker

The beauty of a woman is that no two are the same. They are all different. It follows then that to be successful as a lover, you cannot make love to any two in the...

CAIAPHAS! FOREVER! CAI—”And with a piercing whistle it ended as his eardrums burst.

Nothing could add to the horror of hell, except the presence of its creator, God. While I have life, as long as I draw breath, I shall deny with all my strength, and hate with...

He pulled my skirt up. I began to worry. Everyone knew he had broken in girls before and I didn’t want it to happen to me. I said, ‘No. Get off, please.’ He pulled me...

The best of humanity’s recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance.

Fear blossomed within her – not like a flower, but like blood welling from a gunshot wound, spreading throughout her entire body.

Wrath crawled out from the well,on direction from Hell,to get back what it once lost.With vengeance in mind,it set out to find,a specified soul to accost.When the Hell-well beckoned,Mother’s will now reckoned,her dead soul now...

You ate my dog, you undead freak!”Hey! Watch the slander. I hear the acceptable term is ‘corporeallychallenged’ now. No need to be rude.

To nebyl sen, Lynne. To byla vzpomínka.

Most modern men want sex and can’t have it. They want success and never get it. They want money and never earn enough. Everybody has desires and nobody—Except the psychopathic few— Has the guts to...

[Horror fiction] shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.

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...