And the bubbles of light again rose and fell, and in their disordered, irregular, turbulent maze, mingled with the wan moonlight. And now from these globules themselves as from the shell of an egg, monstrous...

As she walked to the stairway, he pulled her back with a light tug on her shoulder. “They’re responding to you now.”Turning to face him, she said, “Responding to me? What did I say?””The hallway...

It was not Christianity which freed the slave: Christianity accepted slavery; Christian ministers defended it; Christian merchants trafficked in human flesh and blood, and drew their profits from the unspeakable horrors of the middle passage....

I would like to turn in my skin and change it for a new epidermis. It feels as if I will never be able to rinse the sadness from my soul. All the while I...

I have learned one lesson in all this and I will share it knowing it will do no one any good. The lesson is this: “There are none more complicit in one’s undoing than one’s...

Miss Millick wondered just what had happened to Mr. Wran. He kept making the strangest remarks when she took dictation. Just this morning he had quickly turned around and asked, “Have you ever seen a...

Make (the reader) think the evil, make him think it for himself, and you are released from weak specifications. My values are positively all blanks, save so far as an excited horror, a promoted pity,...

Violet carved her hate into her flesh one name at a time.

His indirect way of approaching a character or an action, striving to realize it by surrounding rather than invading it, is ideally suited to the indefinite and suggestive presentation of a ghost story.(introduction to “Sir...

He first noticed it on the plane ride. There was an odor about her and it was becoming more pronounced with each passing hour. It was like the smell of rotting meat.

It’s not the tales of Stephen King that I’ve read,I need protection from the things in my head . . .

I had lied to myself from the very beginning, deceived myself into believing that I was being fanciful and overly imaginative. Surely such monstrosities only existed in nightmares? Yet I had lived through a nightmare...

These were the things we would never notice were missing.

essential saltes” as it were, I’m the prime mover seed that gets sown after the heat death of the universe when the Ouroboros swallows itself and the cycle begins anew with a big bang.

Goodreads.com is actually about fiction not dreading goo. But I have a profile there, anyway…

The place was silent and – aware.

And so, she turned her back on the abyss for another day.

I always ask myself one question: what is human? What does it mean to be human? Maybe people will consider my new films brutal again. But this violence is just a reflection of what they...

Or ever will. But that is a suggestion, and one you are free to disregard at your own peril. But you are are going to answer my question.

There was a naked jock on my bed and a thing with tentacles coming out of my toilet. One of these things did not belong, and if you tell me that it was the naked...

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid.

I can smell your blood now. I can smell it in every room of the house.

Joey glanced at his alarm clock and saw it was just before midnight. His eyes drifted to his bookshelf. Lined up in a row, in the order of their publication, were all of the Spook...

Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through.”(The Yellow Sign)

He stood just near the club’s steps, his back to me along the foggy English night, and it was not until I’d passed him and began my ascent of the many steps that I’d heard...

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

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.