Quotes About Shock

And that was it. That's how disaster comes, without any fanfare

And accordingly, the adolescent sensibility is one that prevails in much of the art world, where the most adolescent of goals, transgression, is still aimed at. Shock the parents, épater le bourgeois, such is the golden rule.

There are a lot of horror films out there that are nasty, but what's nasty isn't necessarily scary.

When I got the call of being drafted by the Devils, I was in shock more than anything. I didn't have a clue where New Jersey was, but it was just nice to be taken in the first round and nice to know where my future would be, which organization I was going to be a part of.

Like most New Yorkers I was shell-shocked immediately after 9/11 and couldn't put into words what I was feeling.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Harper, I didn't just pee on the floor. My water broke.' 'What water?' He blinked, then went pale as a corpse. ' That water. Oh, God. Oh, Jesus. Oh, shit. Sit. Sit, or... I'll get-' An ambulance. The marines. 'My mother.

Hold on." Beckett shot out a hand, shoved Ryder back. "Are you saying Mom and Willy B are . . ." "That's what I'm saying. And they have been for a couple years now." "Fuck," Ryder muttered. "Don't say fuck when he's telling us about Mom and Willy B. I don't want that verb and those names together in my head.

He [Ryan] narrowed his eyes. You know, Dr. Jones, I don't think you're pretending to be thick. You just don't get it. Yes, I want to live in this house. It's a good spot to raise children. Look at that, you went white as a ghost. God, that's one of the things I love about you. You're always so shocked when someone interrupts the logic. And I love you, Miranda, beyond sense.

I thought he waited for you at the side door every night, then walked you back at dawn because you were holding a secret canasta tournament. You mean you're having sex? I'm shocked.

Well, holy sh Ã¢â'¬Â¦ shoeshine

I fainted....and you ate my ass? You fed me my own ass?

A guy's calling to say he's failing algebra II. Just as a point of practice, I say, Kill yourself. A woman calls and says her kids won't behave. Without missing a beat, I tell her, Kill yourself. A man calls to say his car won't start. Kill yourself. A woman calls to ask what time the late movie starts. Kill yourself. She asks, Isn't this 555-1327? Is this the Moorehouse CinePlex? I say, Kill yourself. Kill yourself. Kill yourself.

You just don't expect to meet dead people.

Give me terror. Flash. Give me panic. Flash.

It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.

Stendhal syndrome, Angel says, is a medical term. It's when a painting, or any form of art, is so beautiful it overwhelms the viewer. It's a form of shock. When Stendhal toured the Church of Santa Croce in Florence in 1817, he reported almost fainting from joy. People feel rapid heart palpitations. They get dizzy. Looking at great art makes you forget your own name, forget even where you're at. It can bring on depression and physical exhaustion. Amnesia. Panic. Heart attack. Collapse.

Tyler stood next to me, both looking at the big O of my mouth with blood all around it and the little slit of my eye staring up at us from the floor, and Tyler says, Cool.

Kid's got this look like he's just seen the wrong person naked riding a bicycle from behind.

Between the yams and the stuffing, Dad looks down at his plate and says, "Do you know about rimming?" I know it isn't table talk. "And fisting?" my mom asks.

Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films.

a hot Krispy Kreme donut stuffed with blood and voided bowels.

Good horror fiction deals with taboos. It must always go to the limits of what is acceptable.

That's fucked," he remarked, sounding a damn sight less nonchalant than he felt.

I've heard writers defend some pretty appalling stuff by arguing that they have an obligation to depict the world as it is, but fiction has no such obligation. It's not a mirror to reality, it's a prism. It refracts experience. Also, I think some writers are reluctant to admit that part of their aim is to shock the reader, and that's a downward spiral. We have, as consumers, become increasingly inured to violence. Most of us are pretty hard to shock.