Quotes About Macabre

Oh cozy horror." ~Clara

I woke up, a bag of bones. Literally. They had gathered up my bones and put them in a bag and thrown the bag into a river.

Horrific things should be presented as horrific.

I almost moved into a place over a funeral parlor. My father said, 'That's just too macabre,' but I thought I'd be embracing my mortality. I told him it would keep me grounded - like when people get skull tattoos.

Hello from the cracks in the sidewalks of New York City and from the ants that dwell in those cracks and feed on the dried blood of the dead…" David Berkowitz a.k.a. Son of Sam

Another macabre discovery was a quilt, which Faye had made from the murdered men's clothing.

Five years later, during the final assault on Berlin, a Russian shell scored a direct hit on a stable at the western end of the Tiergarten. The adjacent Kurfürstendamm, once one of Berlin's prime shopping and entertainment streets, now became a stage for the utterly macabre—horses, those happiest creatures of Nazi Germany, tearing wildly down the street with manes and tails aflame.

In the following pages I tell the story of these men and this event, but I must insert here a notice: However strange or macabre some of the following incidents may seem, this is not a work of fiction.

Its skin was ash-gray, darkened by patches of sickly red. Its semihuman features were strangely elongated, as if its head had been stretched top to bottom. Strands of greasy hair were strung across its mottled pate. Its nose was like a pit. Its cheeks were deeply sunken. Its mouth gaped open, the sharp teeth gleaming within. It would have almost seemed the face of a dead and rotting thing except that the eyes were sparkling with an eager, living cruelty.

The CSIs were still working the crime scene and the young had a taste for the ghoulish.

Working with Chaplin was very amusing and strange. His films are so funny, but working with him, I found him to be a very serious man. Whereas the films of Hitchcock are macabre, he could be a very funny man to work with, always telling jokes and holding court. Of course, when I worked with Charlie he was getting older.

He spoke of revisiting the bodies to perform sexual acts on them until putrefaction forced him to stop, of decapitating several of his victims and keeping their severed heads in his apartment. 

Come and see my rose-coloured bath full of death!

Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.

Skinless creatures swayed in death throes from thick, silver hooks. Beneath them, on the turquoise mosaic floor, rows of buckets overflowed with clotting blood.

The appeal of the spectrally macabre is generally narrow because it demands from the reader a certain degree of imagination and a capacity for detachment from everyday life.

I've always been fascinated with death and darkness, and I still am.

I've always been fascinated by horror.

I find the macabre fascinating; it's all over history.

On one level, America and the South are one and the same, both are haunted and vexed by the macabre reality of the dead, the suffering beneath the country's and region's feet, and by the lie of their innocent role in it all. That innocence allowed the bodies to continue to amass.

Gracious dying is a huge, macabre and expensive joke on the American public.

The corpse sat up, ghastly in the moonlight, and held out its withered hand.

I can tell stories that will freeze the blood in your veins.

I like the influence of the macabre, but I don't believe in ghosts.