Quotes About Monsters

psychopaths aren't necessarily monsters. They're just...unemotional. Detached. Able to become such great surgeons, CEOs, lawyers...even profilers for the FBI...

never hesitated. I mean, I always suspected I was a bit of a psychopath, but as we all know...psychopaths aren't necessarily monsters. They're just...unemotional. Detached. Able to become such great surgeons, CEOs, lawyers...even profilers for the FBI...

Her lips were soft, the caress so very light. Intimate. Loving. I love her. He realized the truth in that instant. It wasn't just an obsession. Not for him. He wanted her safe. He wanted her happy. And he never wanted her to fear monsters in the world ever again.

Afraid that he'd be like one of those horrible movie monsters that just rose again and again and kept attacking until everyone else was dead. "Ava!

Monsters from the Id!

One of the reasons so many kids bought 'Famous Monsters' was that it gave them ability to order 8mm and Super-8 versions of their favorite monster movies.

I don't know what it is about 'Godzilla,' but as far as I'm concerned, the more versions of it, the better.

Still, most of those effects occur in the context of harmless play and it is patently obvious that children are not normally turned into aggressive little monsters by TV or video games, since most children do not become aggressive little monsters.

I actually got into 'Ultraman' through the video games first, before I realized they were based on something. You remember how they had those fighting Ultraman video games? That's how I got into it. Then I started watching the show. Their kaiju look so weird.

Computer-generated monsters - people shoot them all day with videogames, you know, so kids aren't going to be afraid of that. People are getting immune to scares.

A novel can grant humanity even to those who act inhumanely, and by making men and women of monsters, it can offer not only a ground-level view of a particular conflict, but a descent into the substratum of human nature capable of the incomprehensible.

Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, -- the throne Of the Invisible! even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.

You destroy buildings, fight monsters openly in the streets of the city, work with the police, show up in newspapers, advertise in the phone book, and ride zombie dinosaurs down Michigan Avenue, and think that you work in the shadows? Be reasonable.

Maybe you know the monsters, Martin, Murphy said quietly. But I know the guy who stops them. And if they don't return the girl, we'll make them regret it. She nodded at me and said, Let's go. We can watch Dresden kill the bitch.

I choose my battles, Dresden. Not you. She looked up at me calmly. Let me put this in terms that will get through your skull: My friend is going to save a child from monsters. I'm going with him. That's what friends do, Harry.

Monsters are born of pain, and grief, and loss, and anger. Your heart is full of them.- -And? And it makes you vulnerable.

My friend is going to save a little girl from monsters. I am going with him. That's what friends do.

You wouldn't be twisting yourself into knots like this, Harry, if you didn't care. So? Monsters don't care, Michael said. The damned don't care, Harry. The only way to go beyond redemption is to choose to take yourself there. The only way to do it is to stop caring.

Over the course of many encounters and many years, I have successfully developed a standard operating procedure for dealing with big, nasty monsters. Run away.

Dismembering monsters with a chain saw is one thing. People are another." "Yeah. People are easier." "Bob," I growled. "They're people.

I rode the dinosaur into the stream of zombies following in the Wardens' wake and let her go to town. Sue chomped and stomped and smacked zombies fifty feet through the air with swinging blows of her snout. Her tail batted one particularly vile-looking zombie into the brick wall of the nearest building, and the zombie hit so hard and so squishily that it just stuck to the wall like a refrigerator magnet, arms and legs spread in a sprawl.

You destroy buildings, fight monsters openly in the streets of the city, work with the police, show up in newspapers, advertise in the phone book, and ride zombie dinosaurs down Michigan Avenue, and think that you work in the shadows?

Harry," she said. "What if we can't find out who is doing it in time?" "We'll find them," I said. "But if we don't?" "Then we fight monsters." Murphy took a deep breath and nodded as we stepped out into the summer night. "Damn right we do.