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.

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...