83 Quotes About Horror Fiction

Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y’all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let’s have a ball, my wilted flowers . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits. . A.K. Kuykendall

When looking for a job, ignore (don't even bother with them) those companies who expect you to literally do everything for them and also fail to mention anything about your pay. This is a huge red flag. Run as fast as you can and don't look back. Chris Mentillo

During my tenure at Bradford College, located in Haverhill Massachusetts - Assemblies of God, and Northpoint Bible College had not yet taken over. The school was very prestigious and expensive, but was worth every penny spent, and left me with an experience of which I shall indeed never forget. I say this for a couple of reasons. First, my degree major was in creative arts (creative writing) and psychology as my minor. Later in life, I was able to use my degree to become an award-winning, and best-selling horror author, and producer. Something by the way for which I am very proud of today. I truly owe this all from what I learned at this remarkable school."" So indeed I have great things to speak of when harping back to my Bradford college days. In addition, I was also able to make wonderful connections with many famous people who's sons and daughters attended this school. One of my roommates was David Charles who is Bob Charle's son. Bob Charles was a famous professional golfer." "To date, pondering on my college days spent at Bradford College has given me an appreciation for which I am very grateful for. I wanted to say, "thank you" for being part of the reason why I have prospered." "I am a proud graduate of Bradford, and all others whom also attended should also be more than proud of their attendance there. Thank you again, and God Bless you. one of my other roommates was Japanese chap, and his father was some kind of high political ruler of the country at the time. Thinking back on all this makes me proud of having been affiliated with Bradford College. Thank you. Chris Mentillo

In my opinion, not all famous people are loaded with tons of money. Chris Mentillo

It’s Not About How Much Money You Make, Instead It’s About What You Do With The Money That You Do Make. Chris Mentillo

When I Find Myself in A Depressed State, I Try and Write to Feel Better. However, If Writing Doesn't Work, Then You Can Almost Always Catch Me Watching Cartoons on Television, Like Scooby-Dooby-Do or The Munster’s. Unfortunately, I Am Watching These Programs Nearly Every Day. Chris Mentillo

I Still Have So Much I Wish to Accomplish in My Life, Before I Finally leave This Godforsaken Place -- For Good. Chris Mentillo

Before You Begin Writing Your Book, Ask Yourself A Very Important Question: What Kind of Results Do I Plan To Receive From Writing This Book? If You Say Money, Then Don't Bother Even Writing The Book. Chris Mentillo

Don't Become An Artist, Actor, Muscian, Producer or Writer, Etc, For Only The Money. You May Be Very Dissapointed. Chris Mentillo

I stared down at my hands and saw the blood coat them, how warm and real something felt when it wasn’t just ink and stains. This was life and I was holding it in my hands. I drew my eyes back up and beneath the flickering streetlight and the throng of drunken cattle, I saw nothing else but the dead girl. Somebody out there had taken her life, her heart, and there I was with her warm, sticky blood. Feeling the most alive I’d felt in years. I had to find him. I just had to. . Charlotte Munro

You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me. Unknown

Raven shook her head more violently and opened her mouth, a loud shriek filled the room and Amari realised what was about to happen, she ducked down and wrapped her arms around her head, just as the mirror shattered over her Sian B. Claven

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

Such is the great nature of man, it resides the true face beneath a glittering masquerade. K. Hari Kumar

No. No… No! ’ the fear ebbed my voice, cut through me like a knife. I ran, bare feet slipping and sliding over the floorboards. I turned the corner and headed for the backdoor. Run. Run. I must run. As soon as I reached the backdoor in the kitchen, pulling the barn door from the hinges, I felt his gaze upon me. Cinders and kindling crunched at my feet; what had once been my lovely mahogany kitchen furniture was now little more than firewood. My crockery and china splintered in shards and as I turned to face him, I felt them dig into my skin, cut me with every shiver that bolted through my frame.‘ You wanted Hemlock House. You have, Hemlock House.’ His voice was dark, cruel and yet hauntingly light. As if cooing, whispering to a newborn. He was lounging against the countertop as if waiting for breakfast, as if waiting for something so meaningless. . Charlotte Munro

I’m haunted. We all are, I guess. We’re parentless, friendless, unloved, abandoned. The spirits of our deceased emotional anchors and proofs of existence will follow and demean us until we too roam a quiet lifeless world alongside them – unable to speak – our histories written in beach sand. Jason S. Hornsby

He who writes is the martyr, seen through the eyes of the unassuming doll. A.K. Kuykendall

If one could only discover the unwritten bases of black magic and apply formulae to them, we would find that they were merely another form of science... perhaps less advance, perhaps more. Charles Beaumont

Having money is about handling it the correct way. In my lifetime, I've both lost and made millions. Chris Mentillo

You only fail in life when you decide to give up. Chris Mentillo

I am absolutely convinced without any uncertainty that the old adage, History Repeats Itself is a valid assertion. Chris Mentillo

Some of The Best Writers in The World Died Penniless. Chris Mentillo

Believe None of What You Hear, And Only Half of What You See. Chris Mentillo

When Trying To Achieve Your Dreams, Never Let Anyone or Anything Stand in Your Way Chris Mentillo

Never Take Life For Granted. Chris Mentillo

There Is A Fine Line Between A Man of God And One Who Serves The Devil. Chris Mentillo

You Never Have To Worry About Forgetting Anything, If You Just Tell The Truth. Chris Mentillo

No matter what I tried to do or become in life, the macabre followed me everywhere I went: In my house, in my head, in my nightmares, on the roughest streets, in the most desolate corn fields, to even areas where many mortals refuse to go.” Until finally one day it dawned on me, and then it all clicked — why fight it. Chris Mentillo

You Never Have To Worry About Anything, If You Just Tell The Truth. Chris Mentillo

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. Benjamin Kane Ethridge

Evil should not be, Detective Vera. Truly never can be. But in defining it as such, an inherent human bond with negativity confirms its very existence. Its mere acknowledgement cancels its credibility. Evil is nothing–the lack of anything of substance– made concrete as a balance to everything else. Evil is not, yet it is a part ofeach human, because humans welcome its participation in their lives. They speak of it in anger or disgust, fear or even wonder– the most appropriate response– giving it a stronger foundation with every passing thought it distorts. Though within their pliable minds, they welcome it with the glee of the ignorant, nurturing the unthinkable, thinking the unimaginable, imagining the most horrid, abysmal designs, embellishing them with an insidious veracity until evil is as substantial a reality as their next breath. I strive for something else, beyond evil’s claustrophobic clutches. I strive to transcend evil by becoming pure nothing. I strive as my followers strived.” He paused, his ideology a cancer, spreading… “I am, yet I strive to not be. Do you understand, comrade?” His tone suggested fellowship, disciples of the same obscene religion.. John Claude Smith

Oh so we are neighbours?” She tried to smile sweetly, so Maggie felt like she could talk more. Maggie shrugged again, “Not for long.” Amari got goosebumps and asked, “Oh why? Where are you guys moving too?” Maggie looked at her again and said stoically, “No where. Sian B. Claven

The only way to achieve success is by believing you can achieve your goals, no matter what. The story you tell yourself has the power to transform your life or destroy it. When you change your story, you can change your life. Tony Robbins

If I become like you, I will have no will of my own. I will have no individuality, I will just be your puppet.’' True.’ Sio smiled thinly. 'But even a puppet may dance before its strings are drawn tight. You will dance, Cass, and the heavens will applaud you. Christopher Pike

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. Austin Cochran

The corridor didn't seem long enough to contain so much blackness.' Passing Through Peacehaven Ramsey Campbell

When he shut himself in his apartment he found that he hoped he was waiting for nothing at all. Ramsey Campbell

As soon as Todd drove off the motorway it vanished from the mirror, and so did the sun across the moor. Ramsey Campbell

My original intent was to write a horror story about someone who loses his mind and slowly begins to unravel. The story, as I envisioned it, would evoke horror within the context of psychological decay, entropy. Jupiter Cutter

I am amazed at how much I can learn by watching interviews of successful people. Chris Mentillo

The city had grown, implacably, spreading its concrete and alloy fingers wider every day over the dark and feral country. Nothing could stop it. Mountains were stamped flat. Rivers were dammed off or drained or put elsewhere. The marshes were filled. The animals shot from the trees and then the trees cut down. And the big gray machines moved forward, gobbling up the jungle with their iron teeth, chewing it clean of its life and all its living things. Until it was no more. Leveled, smoothed as a highway is smoothed, its centuries choked beneath millions and millions of tons of hardened stone. The birth of a city.. It had become the death of a world. Charles Beaumont

I Know Many Horror Authors Are Depreesed or Act Misabrle With Their lives. This Seems To Go With The Territory. For Example, Best-selling Horror Author, Joe Hill Talks About His Own Depression And Anxiety And How He Is Too Afraid To Take A Pill Because, of How This May Deminish And Destroy His Creative Side of Writing Horror. I Myself Happen To Feel The Exact Opposite. I Almost Always Noticed A More Creative Output In My Writing When On Pills. Chris Mentillo

You Can Not Me Honest To Others, If You Are Not First Honest With Yourself. Chris Mentillo

I Do Not Like Canadians, I Love Them. Chris Mentillo

You Can Not Be Honest With Others, If You Are Not First Honest With Yourself. Chris Mentillo

I Grew Up In A Family With No Prejudices. My Father Always Believed There Were Good And Bad In Every Ethnic Background, And Nationality. Chris Mentillo

Ever Since I Can Remember, I Have Always Been a Huge Advocate for Women and Children. Chris Mentillo

The Internet Changed My Life. Chris Mentillo

I Have Always Had A Facination With England, And Their History. Chris Mentillo

Still onto This Day, I Dawdle to Be Plagued With The Same Unfortunate Reoccurring Nightmare. In My Horrifying Dream, there is an Attractive Women With Piercing Blue Eyes And Light Brownish Hair, Sporting A Lengthy Red Dress With Extended Dark Black Heals Who Kills Me On Christmas Day. In My Dream I am Listening to A Christmas Song… “Jingle Bells” While Rambling Down a Dark Corridor Inside A Home. I am Shot in The Back of The Head And The Music Box Lingers Playing The Same Tune. I Can See Nothing but The Bottom of Her Mends, And Then All Becomes Ample Dark. Chris Mentillo

I Know Many Horror Authors Are Depressed or Act Miserable With Their lives. This Seems To Go With The Territory. For Example, Best-selling Horror Author, Joe Hill Talks About His Own Depression And Anxiety And How He Is Too Afraid To Take A Pill Because, of How This May Diminish And Destroy His Creative Side of Writing Horror. I Myself Happen To Feel The Exact Opposite. I Almost Always Noticed A More Creative Output In My Writing When On Pills. Chris Mentillo

If You Are Not Getting Any Kind of Negative Feedback, Than You Probably Are Not Working Hard Enough. Chris Mentillo

In My Case, It Did Not All Start With A Mouse, Instead It Started With A House. Chris Mentillo

I Believe When People Go To Hell, They Relive Their Worst Life Experience, Over And Over Again. Chris Mentillo

I Wish This To Never End. Chris Mentillo

Nothing Makes Me Feel Happier Than Seeing A Child Smile From Happiness. Chris Mentillo

My whole life changed after I drowned and died in the flood. Kerry Alan Denney

No amount of therapy can replace the joy of revenge writing. Mylo Carbia

Only a few can survive and face reality without a vice. Jacob Wild

I believe, ' Muswell once said, 'that mental isolation is the essence of weird fiction. Isolation when confronted with disease, with madness, with horror and with death. These are the reverberations of the infinity that torments us.(" The White Hands") Mark Samuels

I told you. I’ve been watching.” She twirled, her arms outstretched. “Watching, watching, watching. A.F. Stewart

Insects crawled across my skin, legs skittering across my flesh, numbed paths of cold left in their wake. They were the creatures that heralded my ghosts, and I knew them well, yet the revulsion they caused in those moments far exceeded anything I’d felt before. Hazel Butler

No one will ever write a horror novel as scary as reading about my symptoms on WebMD. John Raptor

He got up and ran on, pitching himself down the hill, flying through the branches of the firs, leaping roots and rocks without seeing them. As he went, the hill got steeper and steeper, until it was really like falling. He was going too fast and he knew when he came to a stop, it would involve crashing into something, and shattering pain. Only as he went on, picking up speed all the time, until with each leap he seemed to sail through yards of darkness, he felt a giddy surge of emotion, a sensation that might have been panic but felt strangely like exhilaration. He felt as if at any moment his feet might leave the ground and never come back down. He knew this forest, this darkness, this night. He knew his chances: not good. He knew what was after him. It had been after him all his life. He knew where he was - in a story about to unfold an ending. He knew better than anyone how these stories went, and if anyone could find their way out of these woods, it was him.(" Best New Horror") . Joe Hill

Carroll was eleven years old when he saw The Haunting in The Oregon Theater. He had gone with his cousins, but when the lights went down, his companions were swallowed by the dark and Carroll found himself essentially alone, shut tight into his own suffocating cabinet of shadows. At times, it required all his will not to hide his eyes, yet his insides churned with a nervous-sick frisson of pleasure. When the lights finally came up, his nerve endings were ringing, as if he had for a moment grabbed a copper wire with live current in it. It was a sensation for which he had developed a compulsion. Later, when he was a professional and it was his business, his feelings were more muted - not gone, but experienced distantly, more like the memory of an emotion than the thing itself. More recently, even the memory had fled, and in its place was a deadening amnesia, a numb disinterest when he looked at the piles of magazines on his coffee table. Or no - he was overcome with dread, but the wrong kind of dread.(" Best New Horror") . Joe Hill

An old adage warns: If you don't know your history, you will be forever condemned to repeat it. Likewise, if you don't know your science fiction, and heed its warnings, you could condemn the Earth to future catastrophe. Kelly Steed

Illustration Speaking before the Marion Hobby Club Marion, OH 2013 This writer is looking for an agent. An old adage warns: If you don't know your history, you will be forever condemned to repeat it. Likewise, if you don't know your science fiction, and heed its warnings, you could condemn the Earth to future catastrophe. Kelly Steed

If you work in The Dark, you MUST live in The Light. Mylo Carbia

Whose Daddy's Little Girl Now? Lauren Bradshaw

Too often people mistake monsters for gods. Monique Snyman

Tom Farrell had always wished Hell on his boss. On New Years Eve... Hell sent someone.- Along For The Ride- Thomas Amo