Quotes About Supernatural

Most people are middle class. Most people do wish their lives were better than they are. And I think by making my main characters ordinary, average guys, it helps readers identify with their problems. It also helps ground the supernatural events that follow in a recognizable reality and perhaps gives some of my wilder scenarios a little verisimilitude.

I write horror because I enjoy it. I'm endlessly fascinated by the supernatural, by death, by darkness. And, to be honest, I don't have much choice. This is the way my mind works.

Horror writers can write about everything in the real world that a mainstream novelist can--plus the supernatural, which is the most fertile field for metaphor imaginable.

Oh yeah? How about M'Lin the cursed?

E greu s?-?i imaginezi lumea f?r? un creator, dar prefer s? nu-mi închipui c? faptele oamenilor sunt inspirate de fiin?e supranaturale. Îmi place mai mult s? cred c? oamenii ?i-au inventat brutalitatea f?r? ajutor divin.

Today's quote of the day from B, "I haven't got time for Demonic Presences; we've got packing to do".

O guarda il demonietto! come fugge!

I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.

I stared up at the Erlking, and with my typical pithy brilliance said, Uh-oh.

The best thing about my faerie godmother is that the creepy just keeps on coming.

I put the ick in magic.

It rained toads the day the White Council came to town.

About thirty feet from the door, Molly abruptly stopped in her tracks and said, Harry. I paused and looked back at her. Her eyes were wide. She said, I sense... I narrowed my eyes. Say it. You know you want to say it. It is not a disturbance in the Force, she said, her voice half-exasperated.

The last time I was at a supernatural shindig, I got poisoned and then everything there tried to kill me. So I burned the whole place to the ground.

I got the sneaking suspicion that the vampire was a couple of Peeps short of an Easter basket.

Well. We'll just have to hope that this wasn't a loup-garou, I guess." "If it was a louper, you'd know," Bob said wisely. "In the middle of this town, you'd have a dozen people dead every time the full moon came around. What's going on?" "A dozen people are dying every time the full moon comes around.

Magic. It can get a guy killed.

I'm a wizard. That means I have power, and power and responsibility go hand in hand.

Bob, I said over my shoulder. Tell her it's me. Can't, Bob said in a dreamy tone. Boobs.

As far as I can tell, all cats [can see ghosts.] But they aren't terribly impressed with the fact that we're dead and still present. One rarely gets a reaction from them.

We've got a goddamned wizard! Fuck those guys!

Holy water, a couple cloves of garlic, vials of salt, and iron fillings filled the basket, intended to be door prizes for anything that showed up in an attempt to suck my blood, carry me off to faerieland, or sell me stale cookies.

Mab had the kind of power you had to describe using exponents.

The water near me stirred and then a Sharkface rose up out of it as if on an elevator, slow, his mouth tilted up into a small smile. He stood there on the water perhaps five feet away from me. His eyeless face looked smug. Warden, he said. Asshat, I replied.