Fantasy Horror Quotes

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I like fantasy. I like horror, science fiction because I can get avant-garde with those performances in those movies.

Write me a creature that thinks as well as a man or better than a man, but not like a man.

Documentary is a little like horror movies, putting a face on fear and transforming threat into fantasy, into imagery. One can handle imagery by leaving it behind. (It is them, not us.)

Heroes need monsters to establish their heroic credentials. You need something scary to overcome.

When I do a horror or a fantasy film it all boils down to something in the script that surprises me. It could be a big thing or a small moment. If it's there I'll do it.

I am less interested in ghosts than in people who see ghosts.

I was into fantasy more than horror. I was growing up in the mid-'70s through the '80s, and I also got a healthy dose of that classic era of film.

I've always thought of fantasy as a genre of best-case scenarios, and horror as a genre of worst-case scenarios.

All kinds of magic are out of date and done away with, except in India, where nothing changes in spite of the shiny, top-scum stuff that people call 'civilization.

Gerard turned away and ignored the cruelty of the meerkats, tore it from his mind. Lucretia needed a heart.

The things that we do for love is ugly, mad, full of seat and regret.

Don't be afraid of the dark, it's a place where you can hide.

Behind every legendary monster, there is an unknown tragedy.

I can’t change my past, nobody can, I can make my future better

She stared at her face in the mirror, feeling everything around her slipping away. The face stared back, and she wondered who was looking at her.

Fred Ruskin barreled through the rain down Buchanan Street in his battered Pacer, the jar his dead wife had directed him to retrieve from his nephew’s coffin bouncing in the seat beside him.

Oh dear…then they must already be on the march! We have to hurry and get to the Hamblings…before nightfall!’ - Phillip Celeste from Curse of Ancient Shadows

Dirge of the dying and the stench of fear, Black souls repent as hell draws near, " - Percy Pemmeney the smuggler, from Curse of Ancient Shadows.

No one, none of us have rights. There is no destiny. We have responsibilities to ourselves and each other. We have responsibilities and the choice whether or not we live up to those responsibilities.

The future will never bend to the fleeting hopes of the man."From "Lucifer's Ladder: God of the Fallen, Book One

If there's one thing Robert had learned in three weeks at Lovecraft Middle School, it's that nothing was impossible.

They’ve made her something else now.

Those secrets residing in their hearts and minds held magnificent Energy. Humans were too inept to see it as anything but evil.

The mind is a thing capable of destroying itself when deep grief sets in, and when left alone to muse over one’s misery, the most irreparable damage can be done. You need people to heal.

Where do I go from here? She thought to herself.Truth was, it didn’t matter.She had a new beginning.

The other dark places, ' Evan whispered. Visions of tunnels of earth and stone, caves and streams entered his head. It was far beneath them. He knew it was real and it was down there, waiting.

I remembered what it was like to die-the pain, the fear, the doubt, and the unknown. Somehow I had cheated death once. Now I was about to try again.

Is it possible for one to enter sleep and wander while never waking? And if so, for how long can one survive this way?

If you go chasing your freedom your fate will only follow you there and force you back.

I like to make blank pages darker. It's this thing I do.

Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body.

I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim, My darkness is composed of him.

If this is dying, Chloe thought, I'd like to do it again sometime.

What if all religiouns were stories, and all stories were true?

I didn't panic until my chest collapsed and I couldn't breathe. I gasped until I no longer had a throat to do it with. I didn't feel like I was holding my breath - it was more like I had no lungs.

What if all religions were stories, and all stories were true.

I sleep with the lights on now. Not because I’m afraid of the dark, but because I like to keep the night as far away as I can.

While his brain lay slowly dying, Bevan felt his body come back to life.

Can I borrow a cup of your face...?!

Upward and Onward

And I've learned to hit the brakes at these kinds of stop signs rather than t-boning a tanker truck filled with 200 proof mediocrity.