Quotes About Horror

Leon Wells told of Operation 1005, the group of Jewish prisoners assigned to eradicate the evidence by opening mass graves and exhuming, burning, and pulverizing the bodies. -- The Eichmann Trial, page 87

Sometimes I trembled From the horror of my abyss.

Love: a hybrid emotion made up of various other emotions collaged by some weak individual's mind to try to quell a particular horror that's not been wiped out by more standardized symbols like Christ, etc. Nietzsche, right? Whatever.

I am eternal. I am the night. I am the day. I am forever. And who are you?" "I'm Skulduggery Pleasant." "Oh, hell. (The Horror Writers' Halloween Ball)

We have this idea for a 'Where's Wally' type thing, except in ours, you'd have to find the one living person hiding in among all the dismembered corpses while the chainsaw-wielding killer hunts him down. You know, for kids. - Donegan

Now quit your bellyaching and dance with me, you subaquatic fool. - Susan, to Gordon (The Horror Writers' Halloween Ball)

To paint that horrible scene, something terrible must have befallen the artist.

Let me tell you what happens when you burn a person's body, pull out all of his teeth, glue his head to a plate, and shove a bomb in his ear. You become that person's object of undying hatred.

I lay there, panting, as the skin of Borne around me, the flesh of Borne, went prickly and rigid again and the cilia that rubbed up against me turned into tiny mouths that screamed into my clothes, arms and legs and hair. Borne was screaming silently into his own body because he could not scream on the outside.

La línea de árboles, amarillo neón; la carretera del naranja de los filtros de los cigarrillos; el coche del berde fantasmagórico que aparece en las películas de terror.

La línea de árboles, amarillo neón, la carretera del naranja de los filtros de los cigarrillos, el coche del verde fantasmagórico que aparece en las películas de terror.

And then I see them. In the glow of the flashlight, I see the corses. Stacks of them. Some are shriveled. Some are putrid. Most still have their clothes on. Not one has its head on. "No. No way. No way! This can't be. Fresh dead people? They said the bodies were two hundred years old. This is bad. Really bad. We've got to call someone. Frontline. Nightline. Anderson Cooper.

One horror of motherhood lies in the moments when she can see both the exquisiteness of her child and his utter inconsequence to others. There are so many boys in the world. From a distance they look alike even to her, especially in uniform.

Bodie's phone rang. Ivy. I knew it was her, the way you know the protagonist of a horror movie really shouldn't go down into that basement. Bodie took the call, then nodded at me to go back inside.

You can't be serious." I turned to face Lily. She was standing in the doorway to my room. The expression on her face could not have been more horrified if I'd declared my allegiance to a religious sect that didn't believe in wearing clothes, only snakes.

Oh my God!" Sam said again, his voice shaking. I've given birth to something inhuman, Phoebe thought. A lamprey with row after row of teeth.

such a strange look of repugnance and horror

The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, 'Let me in - let me in!' 'Who are you?' I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. 'Catherine Linton,' it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of LINTON? I had read EARNSHAW twenty times for Linton) - 'I'm come home: I'd lost my way on the moor!' As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window.

I surveyed the weapon inquisitively. A hideous notion struck me: how powerful I should be possessing such an instrument! I took it from his hand, and touched the blade. He looked astonished at the expression my face assumed during a brief second: it was not horror, it was covetousness. He snatched the pistol back, jealously; shut the knife, and returned it to its concealment.

The Loneliness One dare not sound— ... The Horror not to be surveyed—

A horror so refined

C'est terrible

The smallest attack option would hit the Soviet Union with almost two thousand weapons; the largest with more than three thousand. The vast scale and inflexibility of the SIOP led Kissinger to describe it as a "horror strategy.

I think there's an instinct to make grotesque horror films that are purely carnal, like the 'Saw' movies.