Those secrets residing in their hearts and minds held magnificent Energy. Humans were too inept to see it as anything but evil.

The monsters were never under our bed, but in the forest our future.

The Face of the Skies”)

She’s in the club. The hopelessly-outnumbered-and-surrounded-by-monsters club.

As Mr. R. U. Sayee has well said: ‘It should be clear a priori that fairy lore must have developed as a result of modifications and accretions received in different countries and at many periods,...

Marco Polo had seen the inhabitants of Zipangu place rose-colored pearls in the mouths of the dead. A sea-monster had been enamoured of the pearl that the diver brought to King Perozes, and had slain...

Real life… Witches: Wiccan practitioners. Werewolves: rare strain of rabies. Zombies: Prions/Plague. Vampires: Hemophilia/Porphyria

Monsters were wild. Monsters were strong. Monsters were fierce and free.If I was monstrous…perhaps it wasn’t such a bad thing.

Murderers are not monsters, they’re men. And that’s the most frightening thing about them.

I love zombies. If any monster could Riverdance, it would be zombies.

[…] perché esistono dei mostri che nessuno può vincere in un combattimento faccia a faccia.

I warned myself against the danger of compassion in this case. How easy it would be to imagine the traumas of childhood that might have deformed her into the moral monster she had become, and...

One man carries salvation and damnation from the desert.

The torment of love can transform people into wretched monsters

It’s really kind of… well, beautiful, in a way. Even the monsters, once you get to know ‘em. We’re all beautiful.

Sometimes, monsters are tired of sleeping under your bed, so they climb up into your head.

He thought of the deep crevasses and windy caves of Underlay, and the stories of the creatures that dwelt there. Of course, he didn’t believe in them. He’d told them, because the handing on of...

And I bet you murdered Michael Wayland and his little boy, too. Threw their bones in with my grandparents’ so that my mother would think you and Jace were dead. Put your necklace around Michael...

When you arrive in the afterlife, you find that Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley sits on a throne. She is cared for and protected by a covey of angels. After some questioning, you find out that God’s...

With the sort of power these new processes granted them, the members of the brotherhood were in the perfect position to seize power. In any other country, a massive, bloody war would have ensued. Horrors...

That’s arrogance, Harry. ” he said, gently. “On a level so deep, you don’t even realize it exists. And do you know why it’s there?” “No?” I asked. He smiled again. “Because you have set...

Unlike its human counterparts, an army of zombies is completely independent of support. It will not require food,ammunition, or medical attention. It will not succumb to panic, desertion, or out-and-out mutiny. Like the virus that...

The most fearsome monsters of all may inhabit the dark corners of our mind waiting for us to release them through our believes and gullibility. the phenomenon feeds on fear and believe. Sometimes it destroys...

It’s poor judgment’, said Grandpa ‘to call anything by a name. We don’t know what a hobgoblin or a vampire or a troll is. Could be lots of things. You can’t heave them into categories...

But these words people threw around – humans, monsters, heroes, villains – to Victor it was all just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone...

Beer gurgled through the beard. ‘You see,’ the young man began, ‘the desert’s so big you can’t be alone in it. Ever notice that? It’s all empty and there’s nothing in sight, but there’s always...

I’m an invisible monster. I’m incapable of loving anybody. You don’t know which is worse.

Once I knew what I was doingI was there and with it;I had the total knowing.I Googled God and orgasmedAt the amount of Gods andMonsters out there posted about.

What’s wrong with me? I lose my footing, in here.’ He touched his head. ‘When a neuro-typical looses their footing, they yell or escape to the TV, or maybe the doctor throws them on depression...

Face your monster boldly, the whole world will cheer you on. Run from your monster fearfully, Heaven will cry over your pieces.

Laughing like crazythe child goes back to the citygives birth to monsterscreates earthquakeshairy women run nakedold folks who look like fetuses laugh and smoke.

Humanity is the word we use when we kill in the name of society.Humanity is the word we use to make them believe we can feel.Humanity is the word we use to cover up our...

…it is easy not to believe in monsters, considerably more difficult to escape their dread and loathsome clutches.

I don’t remember a single monster before I met you.’ he’d told Amphibian. ‘Now they seem to be all over the place.”You mean there wasn’t anything you were afraid of?’ the Amphibian had asked him.’lots.”What...

The un-people, the anti-tribe, humanity’s sack unpicked and sewn together again with the moon inside.

Who knew death could lead to an eating disorder?

No, we aren’t civilized, even in our business suits and high heels. People are as mean as ever, and as predictable. Underneath it all, we are not so different from what lurks in the wild,...

It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such. The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry ‘Monster!’ and looked behind him

Solomon breathed a sigh of relief ever so slightly, thankful that the cricket had not been eaten. Not that he was concerned for the cricket being eaten. No, he was simply relieved that the voice...

The doors of Hell are never bolted or barred, to those who belong there.

If you drive the turnpikes and main-traveled highways of America you may have seen them… How many times have you found yourself waiting behind a lumbering RV eating exhaust and waiting impatiently for your chance...

Before you can kill the monster you have to say its name.

Rafael?””Yeah?”„Do we all have monsters?”„Yes.”„Why does God give us so many monsters?”„You want to know my theory?”„Sure.”„I think it’s other people who give us monsters. Maybe God doesn’t have anything to do with it.

We are a race prone to monsters, she thought, and when we produce one we worship it.

Perhaps you should speak more softly to me, then. Monsters are dangerous beasts, and just now kings seem to be dying like flies.

Oh,” the girl said, shaking her head. “Don’t be so simple. People adore monsters. They fill their songs and stories with them. They define themselves in relation to them. You know what a monster is,...

The only monsters I have ever known were men.

…our monsters walk the dark pathways of secret motives…

The problem with people who say monsters don’t really exist is that they’re almost never saying it to the monsters.” —Alice Healy

Blank pages are like monsters that haunt my dreams until I feed them words.