And then? I turn around and go do what needs to be done. What else is there?

The thing to decide is what kind of monster to be. The kind who builds towns or the kind who breaks them.

All monsters are queers. Who is able to bring the dead back to life? God and the Devil. The Devil makes dead men into monsters: immortal, immoral—and queer.

The strange thing arched its serpentine body to bring its head closer to the bear, all of its many eyes staring straight at him with alien curiosity. The thing looked at the bear. The bear...

That, my dear detective, was the other San Francisco. You’ve probably seen it before, just out of the corner of your eye. You’ve probably dismissed it all your life. Maybe you always told yourself you’d...

Fear is a prison in which we place ourselves. You need only to press against the bars to realize that the door is always unlocked, and you are always free to leave.

Mais c’est renfantillage – this is childishness!’ we heard de Grandin pant as we closed in and sought a chance to seize his skeleton-like antagonist. ‘He who fights an imp of Satan as if he...

The less you knew, the fewer monsters you’d attract,

It is less appealing, but morally more urgent, to understand the actions of the perpetrators. The moral danger, after all, is never that one might become a victim but that one might be a perpetrator...

I pictured love as a big hairy giant with a dead fish in his mouth. Grizzly bear claws and his heart half out of his chest cause it’s too big and the lungs have to...

Their bodies lay flatly on the rocks, and their eyes regarded him with evil interest: but it does not appear that Mr. Fison was afraid, or that he realized that he was in any danger....

That’s the beautiful thing about innocence; even monsters have a pocketful of childhood memories with which to seek comfort with.

Monsters are born of pain, and grief, and loss, and anger. Your heart is full of them.–“And?”And it makes you vulnerable.

Any sense of safety kind of bites it after that. You watch your back because no one else can.

…we fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves…

Hän piirsi ensimmäisen hirviönhirviön leuat jäykät ja metallisetja niiden välissä kieli värähtelitätä hirviötä oli mahdollista soittaaHän piirsi toisen hirviönsen silmät ja suu olivat väärissä paikoissa,silmät kämmenissä ja suu rintakehässä.Oli mahdotonta auttaa sen silmätoikeille paikoilleen sillä...

Yes, my dear child, monsters are real. I happen to have one hanging in my basement.

We are very fond of books. You can learn nearly everything from them that rabbits can’t teach you.

We are all monsters.

Absolution is the washing away of sin. The promise of rebirth. And the chance to escape the transgressions of those who came before us. The best among us will learn from the mistakes of the...

CONTROL MYSELF?!! I’m a MONSTER! Monsters don’t control themselves! That’s the whole IDEA!

Finally I find it, the book, but as I’m pulling it out of the stack I hear a noise coming from my toy room. It sounds like scratching or scraping maybe and my mind instantly...

Art, like Nature, has her monsters

Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts. In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures it is best not to disturb.

Sometimes painfully lost people can teach us lessons that we didn’t think we needed to know, or be reminded of—the more history changes, the more it stays the same.

No. Monsters aren’t real. This is real. I’m scared of what could happen when the lights go out.

Are you the only human in the world then? And all of the rest of us monsters?

…My hands shook, and I stared at them. Another loss of control. That was the second time this month. Sooner or later, I’d break, if the department didn’t put me down first.

You’re wondering if you have to prey on humans, if you can survive by drinking the blood of animals or other creatures. You’re hoping you won’t have to kill people to live. Am I right?

A monster. You and your friends, all of you. Pretty monsters. It’s a stage all girls go through. If you’re lucky you get through it without doing any permanent damage to yourself or anyone else.

All of the monsters in my head were created by people who thought they could make me a porcelain doll marionette of their own design.

Monsters excite us in this way or that.They make our pulse thrum and steal lives from the cat!They’re frightening creatures, one peek and you’ll see.Yet life without monsters, how dull it would be.Your tense, nervous...

Monsters have the worst taste in women.

I would like you to teach [the orcs] civilised behaviour,” said Ladyship coldly.He appeared to consider this. “Yes of course, I think that would be quite possible,” he said. “And who would you send to...

Monsters remain human beings. In fact, to reduce them to a subhuman level is to exonerate them of their acts of terrorism and mass murder — just as animals are not deemed morally responsible for...

I think the willfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.

Monster or not, he was risking his neck to save her.

Yo, is something wrong with me? That the whole society seems to think that people like me don’t exist?” And part of what inspired me, was this deep desire that before I died, I would...

I come from a long line of body snatchers, probably the top-notch body snatchers in America. No make that the world. Some people might think it’s gross digging up bones or corpses, but who asked...

The scariest thing about monsters is that they hide. They hide in your head where no one else can see them, making it feel almost as if no one can save you from them.

Damn this human who had come into her life and made himself so important to her; had made coming to terms with her inner monster that much more difficult to bear.

MUSINGSThe little poets sing of little things:Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings;Lovers who kissed and then were made as one,And modest flowers waving in the sun.The mighty poets write in blood and...

Are you sure this isn’t a nightmare? And that we won’t just wake up?Yes.Because dreamers always wake up and leave their monsters behind.

He could’ve made different choices.

Truth is a battle of perceptions. People only see what they’re prepared to confront. It’s not what you look at that matters, but what you see. And when then different perceptions battle against one another,...

A creature–a frightfully, awful creature–was mere feet from her. Its eyes were enormous, the size of goose eggs and milky white. Its gray, slippery skin was stretched taut upon its face. Its mouth was wide...

Even monsters need to rest between monstrosities.

Because all the monsters have been let out of their cages tonight, no matter what court they belong to. So I may roam wherever I wish until the dawn.

There’s nothing we fear more than our own Reflection. We scream at the monsters within us, hidden deep within our hearts. We run and hide from the terrors all around us- the different mirrors that...

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;It is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mockThe meat it feeds on.