He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.
Simpson, the student of divinity, it was who arranged his conclusions probably with the best, though not most scientific, appearance of order. Out there, in the heart of unreclaimed wilderness, they had surely witnessed something...
When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
Godzilla’s a monster for the ’90s. He’s been working out.
I wanted to meet the monster. Why go down if you can go up?
We all have a Monster within; the difference is in degree, not in kind.
Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it.