Through dreams, God awakened me; through prayers, God directed me.

It’s just not funny.

He grinned, a very dark and evil grin… the kind of grin that the Grinch had before he stole Christmas.

You’re different, Elli. You’re unlike anyone else, it’s because of that…’‘How can a Prince, how can someone like you be seen with me? I get it, Evan, its fine.’‘It’s because of that, I want you.

Because many people are confused by Kundalini’s real nature, we must do more to define it accurately, starting with what it is not. For example, it isn’t devil worship or a supernatural cult. Neither is...

The doctor from the mainland came and went. Silence settled over the island again, like a displaced curtain falling back in thickened, heavier folds. For there was a different quality in the silence now. It...

A crazy old lady, leading a band of teenagers against an angry supernatural Entity – who’da thought?

To know Jesus Christ, you must first understand his supernatural identity. He is God.

Though the continued march of intellect and education have nearly obliterated from the mind of the Scots a belief in the marvelous, still a love of the supernatural lingers among the more mountainous districts of...

Is it possible to love someone so completely, so intensely, they could never die? To give them more than just your heart or your soul? What if you could give then the miracle of immortality?

Grimes believed in what he did, with no doubts. Though he was older than me by over a decade, I suddenly felt old. Some things mark your soul, not in years but in blood and...

there are three kinds of people in the world: those who don’t know and don’t know they don’t know; those who don’t know and do know they don’t know; and those who know and know...

Then the one called Raltariki is really a demon?” asked Tak.”Yes—and no,” said Yama, “If by ‘demon’ you mean a malefic, supernatural creature, possessed of great powers, life span and the ability to temporarily assume...

spirit,” however explained, was real, because of his own undeniable experiences—which, though he might suppress them, he couldn’t altogether erase from memory.

When Carri died, I felt like I had lost everything, except my life, and my memories of her. Now I can’t even dream of her…

Fearful that they would be caught, the young lovers cast themselves into the sea with their stone, saying these words, “May we ever be united in love and hidden as long as this stone hides...

In supernatural horror stories, however, magical thinking is a completely different matter. Those characters contending with what seems to be the work of magic will deny till the very last moment that anything magical is...

The Devil always takes back his own.

One day you see a man walking down the road, the next day you come to his yard and find him dead… Why is it that he cannot do what the living do? It is...

We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous.

Coincidences link us to the unknown and weave us into it.

What would you rather have, peace or freedom?

I was going to paddle barefoot upstream in Yorkshire, I’d wait until at least May before I tried it. But you go ahead, love. You’re clearly a Spartan lass.

It’s Coke, my man. You really think I’m going to let you pour any more alcohol into your body tonight?

People look like crazy, they do crazy things and they love their crazy life; stop inspiring them with your supernatural world and let them be who they chose to be.

Despite the weight of the world on my shoulders, the temptation to stop and smell the supernatural roses tugged on my sleeves a time or two.

4. Religion. Your reason is now mature enough to examine this object. In the first place, divest yourself of all bias in favor of novelty & singularity of opinion… shake off all the fears &...

As I see it the world is undoubtedly in need of a new religion, and that religion must be founded on humanist principles. When I say religion, I do not mean merely a theology involving...

I have infinite knowledge that there is no being in existence with infinite knowledge

I blew that clay pigeon to smithereens. I don’t know why Mum got so upset. According to Uncle Andrew she’s a crack shot herself. But she says I’m too young. What I’d like to know...

Everything seemed so unreal—so supernatural—and I had to remind myself that is was. We weren’t human. We never were. (Jessica)

Let us go hence,” and then the darkness of darkness beyond the stars, the darkness of everlasting.

Please accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity.

You idjits

Logically, this kind of atheism did not prove that there was no God…. On the contrary, Southwell was typical in placing the onus probandi on those who affirmed the existence of God and Holyoake regarded...

They’re similar to the human idea of the sandman. They used to help people sleep. Now they’re more prone to creating nightmares that end in death.” Lucky’s description of the dream weavers.

In any event, whether a supernatural tale remains altogether fantastic or eventually modulates to the uncanny or the marvelous, the reader is faced with disconcerting ontological and perceptual problems.Indeed, the disorienting effect of the supernatural...

The Paco’s Loco Tacos sign on my right lures me in. Not for the first time, I wonder if the tacos are crazy, if Paco is crazy, or if we are crazy for buying them....

Like crucifixions and pornography, it never got old.

Writing poetry is supernatural. Or, it should be.

I dodged behind Mac for cover and refused to take the bait. I glanced at my nonexistent watch. ‘Oops, look at the time. Guess I have to be going now. Let’s not do this again...

I got swirling eyes and the capacity to shatter windows with my bare voice. Tod got teleportation and invisibility. The supernatural world is so far from fair.

Christian-like”, Messianic? We should cherem (ban) them from every aspect of Jewish life. And we must strip them of every Jewish privilege!

A little of God will not move the hand of God.

but if Yale joined us, there would be.

Enough with the sadness! This dream is not for cry-babies…” he said, his face beaming with a wide smile.

I want to get to know you a little better.’ His hand touches mine, the briefest of touches but I still recoil my hand into the sleeve of my cardigan. His touch is blisteringly hot,...

Let us depart instead for the fields of Dreams and wander those blue, romantic hills where stands the abandoned tower of the Supernatural, where cool mosses clothe the ruins of Idealism. Let us, in short,...

No doubt.. Endings are hard, but then again.. nothing ever really ends, does it??

I was too much taken up with another interest to care; I felt beneath my feet the threshold of the strange door, in my life, which had suddenly been thrown open and out of which...