You know, the best thing you can say about a horror film is, 'Don't see it.'
The charm of horror only tempts the strong
I have done some short pieces that are not horror.
I have always had a horror and detestation of poverty.
Think about scary movies: There's a fine line between horror and humor.
To me a great sci-fi movie has elements of horror and suspense.
What would life be without arithmetic, but a scene of horrors?
I love my horror films and they will always be very close to me.
Ironically, I wouldn't say I'm a massive horror fan. I love thrillers.
Any horror element is as much psychological as special effects.
There are a couple of things in there if we're constraining this discussion to horror here.
Trying to break into the horror market seemed natural.
Horror movies don't exist unless you go and see them, and people always will.
The crucifixion should never be depicted. It is a horror to be veiled.
Let me see what I can come up with,' she said, and seemed to take a new satisfaction in it now. Something wrong to do, a law to break, and if she was lucky she might even get to steal, and it must have been then that everything changed between us and...
Unlike the rest he had seen of the bungalow, the hall beyond the door was dark. He could see the glimmer of three doors and several framed photographs lined up along the walls. The sound of flies was louder, though they didn’t seem to be in the hal...
The bleak autumn wind was still blowing, and the solemn, surging moan of it in the wood was dreary and awful to hear through the night silence. Issac felt strangely wakeful. He resolved, as he lay down in bed, to keep the candle alight until he began...
You will remember that Albertus Magnus, after describing minutely the process by which spirits may be invoked and commanded, adds emphatically that the process will instruct and avail only to the few - that a man must be born a magician! - that is, b...
This, then, is the ultimate, that is only, consolation: simply that someone shares some of your own feelings and has made of these a work of art which you have the insight, sensitivity, and — like it or not — peculiar set of experiences to apprec...
The Clown turned his powdered face to the mirror. "If to be fair is to be beautiful," he said, "who can compare with me in my white mask?" "Who can compare with him in his white mask?" I asked Death beside me. "Who can compare with me?" said Death, "...
This is the thing that troubles me, for I cannot forget Carcosa where black stars hang in the heavens; where the shadows of men's thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the lake of Hali; and my mind will bear for ever the me...
