Leaves that rustled, twigs that scraped and rattled. But the thin shapes weren't falling, they were scurrying head first down the tree-trunks at a speed that seemed to leave time behind. Some of them had no shape they could have lived with, and some might never have had any skin. She saw their shriveled eyes glimmer eagerly and their toothless mouths gape with an identical infantile hunger. Their combined weight bowed the lowest branches while they extended arms like withered sticks to snatch the child. ("With The Angels") . Ramsey Campbell
You guys know about vampires? … You know, vampires have no reflections in a mirror? There’s this idea that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. And what I’ve always thought isn’t that monsters don’t have reflections in a mirror. It’s that if you want...
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Anonymous
...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...
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John Geddes
We never see other people anyway, only the monsters we make of them.
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Colson Whitehead
But these weren't the kind of monsters that had tentacles and rotting skin, the kind a seven-year-old might be able to wrap his mind around--they were monsters with human faces, in crisp uniforms, marching in lockstep, so banal you don't recognize them for what they...
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Ransom Riggs
What was the purpose of a woman monster? It came out in a whisper. ‘What am I for?
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Kristin Cashore
More Quotes By Ramsey Campbell
I nearly forced my own way through the undergrowth to leave the sight behind. I was afraid I'd encouraged the figure to advance by trying to see it, perhaps even by thinking about it. ("The Long Way")
The corridor didn't seem long enough to contain so much blackness.' Passing Through Peacehaven
When he shut himself in his apartment he found that he hoped he was waiting for nothing at all.
As soon as Todd drove off the motorway it vanished from the mirror, and so did the sun across the moor.
He hurried back. Walls seemed to shift and advance. Right here, it must be. Wasn’t this passage too short? No, it wasn’t a wall that blocked his way, only fog. The fog retreated before him–then at once yielded up a wall. Staggering crimson letters caught...
