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.

One of my roommates, Rafael, he’s an expert on monsters. Not that he talks about them. I can just tell. People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a...

I welcome monsters into my bedand set a place for them at breakfast,leave sugar out for their coffeegoddamnI’ve always been so good at loving monsters

Sometimes, the only way to solve your problems in life, the only way to conquer your fears, is if you face them. If you face your problems, they just flee. But if you flee instead,...

That was the thing to remember about all monsters, They love to frightenpeople, but the minute you stare them down, they turn tail and run.

It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die.

We may see a Creature with forty-nine headsWho lives in the desolate snow,And whenever he catches a cold (which he dreads)He has forty-nine noses to blow.’We may see the venomous Pink-Spotted ScrunchWho can chew up...

Pagans can be just as monstrous as any other group. They can be murderers, rapists, pedophiles. We need to accept that they are our problem and deal with them. We need to speak against their...

To say that I wished I wasn’t there would be a ludicrous understatement, but I’d only ever had the illusion of choice: We have to do this, Hank had said. It’s for Ellis. To refuse...

Monsters’ can help us by giving a tangible form to our secret fears. It is less widely appreciated today that ‘wonders’ such as the unicorn legitimize our hopes. But all imaginary animals, to some degree...

And hell, sometimes the best thing is to put on a black dress and become a wicked stepmother. There’s power in that, if you’re after power.

Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?

You are asking us to lie, Colonel?””I am asking you to omit. Surely, amidst the…the infinite gradations of human venality, that particular sin ranks low.” The old man kneaded the folds of his throat. “What...

Love doesn’t exist, you see. It’s just another shadowy figure that goes bump in the night.

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

Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters.

There will always be people afraid of the monsters in the night. They are usually the ones that look for them because they have proven they exist in themselves.

Approaching the trail, he broke through the thicket a short distance ahead of the Empath. Causing the Empaths horse to startle as the surprised rider jerked on the reins. Cap was equally surprised to find...

The monsters are gone.””Really?” Doubtful.”I killed the monsters. That’s what fathers do.

Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.

She was a monster, but she was my monster.

Where there is a monster, there is a miracle.

But, with time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.

Tis true, Dr. Buzzard, that a silver bullet must be of the largest and heaviest sort to travel with any amount o’ range or accuracy. But after yon hellhound took no notice o’ my challenge...

Sanji: That’s right he’s a rubberman Chopper: What do you mean?Sanji: I mean he’s a monster

Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?

Losing maturity in one’s fiction for the sake of marvels and monsters can also mean losing propriety, and that’s not always a bad thing.

Not all the monsters have fangs.

In vain do we seek tranquility in the desert; temptations are always with us; our passions, represented by the demons, never let us alone: those monsters created by the heart, those illusions produced by the...

Living in a place like this, she must have learned how to see all the monsters that can hide a person.

All monsters have their fits of depression.

Childhood is this time of magic and monsters; hoping for one and fearing the other… The worst part of being a kid is discovering which one exists… So, I chose to believe in magic.

Neil once told me you had to become a monster so that you didn’t become the victim of one instead. I don’t care what anyone says. I believe him.