Quotes About Sinister

She's so small, yet she contains so much evil.

Sur cette côte normande, à une heure aussi matinale, je n'avais besoin de personne. La présence des mouettes me dérangeai: je les fis fuir à coups de pierres. Et leurs cris d'une stridence surnaturelle, je compris que c'était justement cela qu'il me fallait, que le sinistre seul pouvait m'apaiser, et que c'est pour le rencontrer que je m'étais levé avant le jour.

But she didn't fear the moon because she was more lunar than solar and could see with wide-open eyes in the dark dawns the sinister moon in the sky. So she bathed all over in the lunar rays, as there are others who sunbathed. And was becoming profoundly limpid.

Don't you think there's a sinister emptiness in everything? Yes, there is. While we wait for the heart to understand.

People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.

They looked absurdly gorgeous, glowing from the television like fallen angels. Even from the beginning, that was a problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

It feels like a geas. It has all the sinister pleasure of sneaking out of the house, all the revolting satisfaction of stealing. It reminds me of the moment before I slammed a blade through my hand, amazed at my own capacity for self-betrayal.

The polished wood door is still carved with an enormous and sinister face, still flanked with lanterns, but sprites no longer fly in desperate circles within. A soft glow of magic emanates instead. 'My king,' the door says fondly, it's eyes opening. Cardan smiles in return. 'My door,' he says with a slight hitch in his voice, as though perhaps everything about returning here feel strange. 'Hail and welcome,' it says, and swings wide.

It's genius," he says, "but definitely evil genius.

And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister.

Hello there, officer, just out for a walk. Lovely evening for a dismemberment, isn't it?

It was like I was the victim of some strange and sinister Dexter-persecuting Tibetan sect—whenever the old Dexter-hating Lama died, a new one was born to take his place.

The castle loomed ahead as I crested the rise of a dune. Even with the sun shining upon it, the stone walls were dark and begged me to ask what sinister secrets lay hidden in the shadows.

I don't dig the candy floss and rosy kind of film subjects. Give me anything dark and grey!

There were dreams. He'd lost a captaincy once again, been busted down to tending potted plants in the ship's greenhouse. Sigh. Pham's job was to water them and make them bloom. But then he noticed the pots had wheels and moved behind his back, waiting, softly rattling. What had been beautiful was now sinister. Pham had been willing to water and weed the creatures; he had always admired them. Now he was the only one who knew they were the enemy of life.

After I murder everyone in this room, I plan to eat them cannibal style and use their bones to build a scale model of a Viking longboat.

The parlour cars and Pullmans are packed also with scented assassins, salad-eaters who murder on milk.

When evil had taken root in this house, it had grown here first.

Thrifty, to think not only of eating the people you did not like, but eating them out of their own skull. The

Thrifty, to think not only of eating the people you did not like, but eating them out of their own skull.

Yava? cinayetler vard?r, h?zl? cinayetler vard?r...Beden cinayetleri vard?r, ak?l cinayetleri vard?r. U?ursuz okullar?n?zda i?ledikleriniz gibi...

Horror does not need the dark, and sometimes a truly evil deed shuns the shadows.

I was condemned to be burnt myself recently, or my books were. An article in the _Catholic Herald_ said that my _His Dark Materials_ was far more worthy of the bonfire than Harry [Potter]; it was a million times more sinister. Naturally, I'm very proud of this distinction, and I asked the publishers to print it in the paperback of _The Subtle Knife_.

We're all as bad as each other. All hungry little cannibals at our own cannibal party. So fuck the milk of human kindness and welcome to the abattoir!