“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”— Stephen King, amazon.com
“If each dead person became a ghost, there'd be more than 100-billion of them haunting us all. Creepy, but cool.”— Neil deGrasse Tyson, twitter.com
“The joy of killing! the joy of seeing killing done - these are traits of the human race at large.”— Mark Twain, amazon.com
“They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.”— Stephen King, amazon.com
“And feast on the dead, I thought with a shudder. As if he could read my thoughts, he pressed a hand to my shoulder. His fingers were long and white, splaying over my arm like a waxen spider. If the gesture was meant to comfort me, it failed.”— Leigh Bardugo, amazon.com
“The Thing cannot be described - there is no language for such abysms of shrieking and immemorial lunacy, such eldritch contradictions of all matter, force, and cosmic order. A mountain walked or stumbled. If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures of an octopus,…”— H.P. Lovecraft, amazon.com
“You see, Frank found out the hard way that the dark things lurking in the night don’t haunt old houses or abandoned ships. They haunt minds.”— David Wong, amazon.com
“Huddled against the back wall were naked people, male and female, all trying to hide, shielding their faces with their hands. On the mattress lay a man with his legs gone to the hip and the stumps of them blackened and burnt. The smell was hideous. Jesus, he whispered. Then one by one they turned an…”— Cormac McCarthy, amazon.com
“Bang bang bang. I understand now why so many horror movies use that device-the mysterious knock on the door-because it has the weight of a nightmare. You don't know what's out there, yet you know you'll open it. You'll think what I think: No one bad ever knocks.”— Gillian Flynn, amazon.com
“I will run from my fear, I will outdistance my fear, then I will hide from my fear, I will wait for my fear, I will let my fear run past me, then I will follow my fear, I will track my fear until I can approach my fear in complete silence, then I will strike at my fear, I will charge my fear, I will…”— Mark Z Danielewski, amazon.com
“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.”— Richard Matheson, amazon.com
“This was a dank, sinister chill: the chill of shadows where poison toadstools grown, their ruddy colors beckoning a child to come, come take a taste of candy.”— Robert McCammon, amazon.com
“All I could think of when I got a look at the place from the outside was what fun it would be to stand out there and watch it burn down.”— Shirley Jackson, amazon.com
“He understood that the ghost existed first and foremost within his own head. That maybe ghosts always haunted minds, not places.”— Joe Hill, amazon.com
“I had all the characteristics of a human being—flesh, blood, skin, hair—but my depersonalization was so intense, had gone so deep, that my normal ability to feel compassion had been eradicated, the victim of a slow, purposeful erasure. I was simply imitating reality, a rough resemblance of a human b…”— Bret Easton Ellis, amazon.com
“And the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror the human mind can stand and still maintain a wakeful, staring, unrelenting sanity”— Stephen King, amazon.com
“It sounded like her mother. Coraline went into the kitchen, where the voice had come from. A woman stood in the kitchen with her back to Coraline. She looked a little like Coraline’s mother. Only . . . Only her skin was white as paper. Only she was taller and thinner. Only her fingers were too long,…”— Neil Gaiman, amazon.com
“Carrie was standing in front of them perhaps seventy feet away. The high beams picked her out in ghastly horror-movie blacks and whites, dripping and clotted with blood. Now much of it was her own. The hilt of the butcher knife still protruded from her shoulder... She stood swaying, her arms thrown…”— Stephen King, amazon.com
“You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.”— Chuck Palahniuk, amazon.com
“Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.”— Dark Jar Tin Zoo, amazon.com