Quotes About Horror

HCl is the formula for hydrochloric acid," the label began, and explained that this acid is an aid to human digestion. Then the unexpected detail: the see-through pipes were filled with human vomit, "donated by anonymous patients from a bulimic clinic." You admire the artistry and form, and then, told what it represented, you gaze with nauseated horror.

a laboratory of social and economic horror.

The more horrible this world (as today, for instance), the more abstract our art, whereas a happy world brings forth an art of the here and now.

Horror films are art, it's all make believe. It's great if a filmmaker can try to push boundaries and see how much an audience can take and see what happens. It's fun to be able to do that.

The more horrifying this world becomes the more art becomes abstract.

If I'd known how wrong I was - if I'd had any idea of the awful night that lay ahead - I'd have run after him and never returned to that disgusting circus of blood, that revolting circus of death.

In the Demonata's universe there was always something else to kill.

I used to imagine the spider creeping down, crawling into my mouth, sliding down my throat, and laying loads of eggs in my belly. The Baby spiders would hatch after a while and eat me alive, from the inside out

Lengths of gut are wound around both his arms, long strands of intestines, glistening and dripping. Along his legs several ears have been pinned to the fabric of his trousers.

People have an amazing ability to cope with the madness of life. It's called denial. It'll take you a good mile, but only if life's horrors stay on the page of the newspaper where they belong.

His body rigid with terror as he waited for the savages to something horrible to him—bash his head with clubs, or stab him with spears, or… …or tap him on the shoulder.

dropping spiders

You don't know what it's like to be a man over thirty who's never had anything happen to him. You spend so many years trying to stay safe, stay alive, to avoid some unknown horror. Then you realize the horror is existence itself. The nothing-happening.

For a moment, she thought it natural in a way seeing a plane fall from the sky can seem natural, too. The horror comes later.

You don't know what it's like to be a man over thirty who's never had anything happen to him. You spend so many years trying to stay safe, stay alive, to avoid some unknown horror. Then you realize the horror is existence itself. The nothing-happening. —You were bored. —I wasn't bored. I was dying. I am dying. But this week was different. There was alignment and order and a coming-to. —

One of dem otters," Ana said, and waved toward the bay. She had a skull in her little pink hands, and Josie noticed with horror that it had not been picked clean. There was still cartilage on it, and whiskers, and fur, something viscous, too. Josie conjured Socrates and thought of a question. "Why in hell did you pick this up?" In solidarity, the dogs lifted their heads to Ana and Paul, then ran off.

You should be worried, says Hassan. I have seen worse monsters than you, Anderson. I have seen what nobody should see. I have felt what nobody should feel. I know what nobody should know. What would it be to me to see this knife in your throat? Nothing. What would it be for me to see you as dead as this deer? Nothing. What would it be to me to see you lying dead among the jetsam on the beach?

It was blood. Blood that looked as if it had just been spilled. As I watched, it started pouring down the cavern's walls.

Sorgan tried his very best not to think about how long it must have taken for a stream that small to eat its way down through solid rock to form its current bed. Sorgan knew exactly what the word "hundred" meant, but when numbers wandered off toward "thousand"—or even "million"—and the people who used those terms were talking about years, Sorgan's mind shied back in horror.

she committed suicide by putting her extremities down the garbage disposal-first one arm and then, kind of miraculously if you think about it, the other arm.

Forget so-called peer-pressure. It's more like peer-hunger. No? We enter a spiritual puberty where we snap to the fact that the great transcendent horror is loneliness, excluded encagement in the self. Once we've hit this age, we will now give or take anything, wear any mask, to fit, be part-of, not be Alone, we young.

There's something elementally horrific about waking before dawn.

There's something elementally horrific about waking before dawn.

La persona deprimida experimentava un dolor emocional terrible i incessant, i la impossibilitat de compartir o articular aquest dolor era en si mateixa un dels components del dolor i un dels factors que contribuïen al seu horror essencial.