People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.

Monsters cannot be announced. One cannot say: ‘Here are our monsters,’ without immediately turning the monsters into pets.

There are no heroes…in life, the monsters win.

I’d gone with my usual option. I was running through long tunnels filled with demons and monsters and nightmares, because it was easier than going to the gym.

We make our own monsters, then fear them for what they show us about ourselves.

…Mankind is not a race of noble savages – but primitive monsters hide inside us, elusive as Sasquatch…

We like monsters,” he said.

Everything is worse…if you think something is looking at you.

Even monsters are beautiful.

Mondays taste like split-pea soup,Tuesdays taste like gobbledygook,Wednesdays taste like licorice,Thursdays taste like deep-fried fish,Fridays taste like the color red,Saturdays taste like gingerbread,Sundays taste like chicken breast,But birthdays! Birthdays taste the best!Birthdays taste like chocolate...

This was in the good old days, when monsters were fantasy.

TO WHOM LIFE IS AN EXPERIENCE TO BE CARRIED AS FAR AS POSSIBLE… I have not meant to express my thought but to help you clarify what you yourself think… You are not any more...

With a ring around the rosaryAnd a pocket full of crossesAshes to ashesThey’ll all fall down

The monsters were neverunder my bed.Because the monsterswere inside my head.I fear no monsters,for no monsters I see.Because all this timethe monster has been me.

A monster’s worst fear is of being found.

I adore imaginary monsters, but I am terrified of real ones.

In order to master compassion, you have to spend time getting to know monsters. When you can do that you will see that there are no monsters, only people that acted like monsters because no...

She is so lovely she could kill you without you even noticing it. A monster girl who knows when to kiss and when to kill.

Life would be perfect if monster would stop farting.

But what if the monsters come?””Fancy.” Kit looked away from the drama to stare at her sister, surprised. “We are the monsters.

You have to stop crying, and you have to go kick some ass.

Unhappiness slowly creeps up on you, like a shape-shifting monster waiting in the darkness of your hallway, his bulging eyes watching your every move. The breath on his slimy tongue makes the hairs on your...

It was like some mad scientist threw a bunch of DNA into a blender and this is what came out. What the heck could it be? Was it some kind of alien? A scientific experiment...

Lucius didn’t believe in werewolves. He said that people were too horrible for any other monsters to exist, which he thought was a shame.

Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.

What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.

Full bellies breed gentle manners. The pinch of famine makes monsters.

Why do you assume I’m human?I wasn’t born; I was created just like this.First I was an idea.Then I came into being, charged with a very important task.I’ve come to find the monster.

Sky and the stars and the sun, and the moon and the mountain and the rivers will smile, if you smile. Beasts and the brutes and the monsters and the birds, and the flowers, and...

Can you imagine life without the horror genre? There would be no monsters. Only a**holes.

…all these epic battles and monsters lately – but love is a tiny world and I prefer a more personal style…

I’m always looking for the monster. Not even just in horror. I want them in everything. Just give me the monsters. Logical conclusions don’t satisfy. Monsters satisfy, absolutely.

I would rather live than die. I would rather die than survive as a monster.

Watch your back.” They hissed, and he tried to move faster, his heart racing and the nerves of his body jangling painfully with fear as he fought to get beyond them.Hands reached out for his...

Monsters almost always are culture’s way of working out their fears.

Remember that I’m still a monster. I can listen to you scream and cry and beg and I still won’t let you out.

You speak of the hand of Fatma, my friends, but you do not know the terrible power of this hand, the hand of monsters that menace you and seduce you with their subterranean access, their...

Being a pumpkinhead is great.””Your HEAD is PUMPKIN.

Oh, monsters are scared,” said Lettie. “That’s why they’re monsters.

But these weren’t the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around–they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, marching in...

The real world is where the monsters are.

True monsters are not those lurking under the bed, but the ones sleeping in it.

All monsters must die except the beautiful ones

Some loves have to be given up, others have to be forgotten. Strange as it may sound, if you think of me as a monster, but I can love most passionately. I do not think...

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

Because he wants her.

It occurred to Raule that all children were monsters in the world and were instinctively aware of it. They were reminded of their anomalous nature by adults, whom they failed to resemble, and with whose...

…no good writing flows from a polluted well – you can write about monsters, but you can’t be one…

If I could do anything, I would go to the middle of our planet, Earth, and seek uranium, rubies, and gold. I’d look for Unspoiled Monsters. Then I’d move to the country. –Florie Rotondo, age...

And everybody dreams about vampires; we grow up dreaming about them. They’re the first and worst monster that lives under everybody’s bed.