Quotes About Horror

Now you got us whammied with the curse of squirmy death.

next week we have a bunch of horror writers coming from all over the world. That'll be one whole week, fully catered, and pre-paid bar. Those horror writers drink like fshes. Just their beer bill's gonna pay for the upkeep of this place for six months. Motel business is a great business to be in, my boy.

Killing, resurrecting, living with a zombie. Even if she could accept all that

In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. Horror he had adjusted to. But monotony was the greater obstacle, and he realized it now, understood it at long last. And understanding it seemed to give him a sort of quiet peace, a sense of having spread all the cards on his mental table, examined them, and settled conclusively on the desired hand.

You can get used to horror, he thought. When it has lost immediacy and is no longer pungent and has become a steady diet. When it has degraded to a chain of mind-numbing events. ("Lover When You're Near Me")

How shall I typify what happened? Passion play? Somewhat. Weird tale? Indubitably. Horror story? Pretty close. Grotesque melodrama? Certainly. Black comedy? Your point of view will determine that. Perhaps it was a combination of them all... So, to the story. A chronicle of greed and cruelty, horror and rapacity, sadism and murder. Love, American style.

It's horrible, she said. He looked at her in surprise. Horrible? Wasn't that odd? He hadn't thought that for years. For him the word "horror" had become obsolete. A surfeiting of terror made terror a cliché. To Robert Neville the situation merely existed as natural fact. It had no adjectives.

In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. Horror he had adjusted to. But monotony was the greater obstacle, and he realized it now, understood it at long last.

It was more than a spider. It was every unknown terror in the world fused into wriggling, poison-jawed horror. It was every anxiety, insecurity, and fear in his life given a hideous, night-black form.

Jetzt wusste er, dass sie tatsächlich Angst vor ihm hatten, so wie seinesgleichen einst Angst vor ihnen gehabt hatte, den schrecklichen Gestalten der Legende. Für sie war er die Geißel der Menschheit, der neuen Gesellschaft [...] Für sie war er bisher ein unsichtbares Schreckgespenst gewesen, das als grauenvollen Beweis seiner Existenz die blutleeren Leichen derer, die sie liebten, zurückgelassen hatte. [...] Ich bin Legende!

The classic Ebola face made the monkeys look as if they had seen something beyond comprehension.

there are not many horrors as efficient for the generation of deep anger and terrible lifelong insecurity as the inability of a father to protect his child.

I thought it wasn't worth it, I thought no war is worth all this, this misery and this horror. Perhaps no war is, not even that first desperate war against fascism to which the Spanish people were abandoned by the democracies and by the Soviet Union as well, so that of Spain's 24 million souls, fully half a million died directly, or from hunger and disease, or immediately afterward in Franco's hundred thousand vindictive executions.

And if Poe were alive, he would not have to invent horror; horror would invent him.

Xander duckte sich instinktiv, als er das schneidende Geräusch hörte. Seine Augen folgten der Flugbahn des abgehackten Kopfes, der durch den Raum segelte. Kopf hoch, murmelte Xander.

With one sweep of his gorry blade three pleecemen's heads roled of into a heep. He shot another through the brane, another fell strangled, an' another, wot had a week hart, fell down dead at the horrible site. Only one was left.

Behold! Percy shouted. The god's chosen beverage. Tremble before the horror of Diet Coke!

Frank stared at her. But you throw Ding Dongs at monsters. Iris looked horrified. Oh, they're not Ding Dongs. She rummaged under the counter and brought out a package of chocolate covered cakes that looked exactly like Ding Dongs. These are gluten-free, no-sugar-added, vitamin-enriched, soy-free, goat-milk-and-seaweed-based cupcake simulations. All natural! Fleecy chimed in. I stand corrected. Frank suddenly felt as queasy as Percy.

Whoa ,zombie dude

I do not know how much they see through the Mist. I doubt it would matter to them if they knew the truth. Sometimes mortals can be more horrible than monsters.

The god's chosen beverage. Tremble before the horror of Diet Coke!

watched in horror until Walter Cronkite finally announced the news that Kennedy was dead. The boys didn't try to argue about the stupidity of the ancient Hebrews again.

After the woods our good cheer was quelled by the faint first whiff of a real battlefield, a gagging combination of shit and gunpowder, gas and blood, decaying flesh and muddy rot.

Madness is easy to overdramatize and thereby underestimate; it is less easy to convey its capacity to erode identity, disfigure love, and violate trust. The real horror of madness is more subtle and corrosive than its caricature.