The Nephilim – the bogeyman for monsters, and all those who could be monsters.

We never see other people anyway, only the monsters we make of them.

I have lain long here in your mind, longer than any nightmare has before me. I have sunk my roots into your worst imaginings and feasted on your memories. I know you, child.

Believing in God and turning into Monsters.

The monsters of our childhood do not fade away, neither are they ever wholly monstrous

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and bit her bottom lip. I found it to be such an erotic gesture that it aroused me. My eyes began making love to her in...

How different this world to the one about which I used to read, and in which I used to live! This is one peopled by demons, phantoms, vampires, ghouls, boggarts, and nixies. Names of things...

Black Friday – (AKA Zombie Apocalypse)Is an event of subset half-dead human like beings confronted with ravenous bloodthirsty monsters preparing to pummel down the doors mid-afternoon on Thanksgiving Day.

The demon blood inside me burned my soul to ashes long ago.I am a monster who once dreamed he was a man. Never mistakeme again.

If you are a monster, stand up.If you are a monster, a trickster, a fiend,If you’ve built a steam-powered wishing machineIf you have a secret, a dark past, a scheme,If you kidnap maidens or dabble...

Like any normal fifth grader, I preferred my villains to be evil and stay that way, to act like Dracula rather than Frankenstein’s monster, who ruined everything by handing that peasant girl a flower. He...

Well, the first thing is that I love monsters, I identify with monsters.

It was possible, I saw now, to be a grotesque, to be huge and free, to wander the streets in utter freedom despite your atrocity, as long as you did it when everybody else was...

You make them sound human.””Aren’t they? A lot of monsters are human.”She couldn’t argue with that.

The architecture of the Minotaur’s heart is ancient. Rough hewn and many chambered, his heart is a plodding laborious thing, built for churning through the millennia. But the blood it pumps—the blood it has pumped...

There are no monsters, Doctor,’ she spluttered.Yeah, There are,’ he said. ‘Some of them are just better at hiding than others. And then there are the ones we wouldn’t know if we saw them.

What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.

People could call them ‘Jacks’ for short.” Nicole added to the conversation.

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...

By all means, become an abomination–but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.

I am born here among the monsters; if I have to survive I must act like one of them.

Mom used to tell us stories of these bogeymen when we were kids, and Lizzy would crawl into my bed so she could fall asleep. Stories of the monsters who forced us underground, and when...

…people demonize certain types of crime – it’s a way of distancing ourselves from the monsters…

I cannot be assured ofexactly what I createdbe it madness and monsteror beauty and light.

He had found his monsters, and now was the time to leave them behind.

Will looked horrified. “What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?

A monster is a person who has stopped pretending.

It’s exciting to listen to these huge musical monsters.

They are monsters, Malorie thinks. But she knows they are more than this. They are infinity.

Kyōko: You… you call yourself human?!Homura: Of course not. Neither are you.

The only thing that will ever be real, is this moment,’ I turned to the statue, ‘when you made me feel alive, when you made me feel real, when I felt like you really love...

He looks at Mr. Vacanti and the man looks back at him with somehow gentle eyes. It surprises David to see the man has gentle eyes. It surprises him, even at thirty-seven, to discover that...

Leaves that rustled, twigs that scraped and rattled. But the thin shapes weren’t falling, they were scurrying head first down the tree-trunks at a speed that seemed to leave time behind. Some of them had...

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.