Monsters don't born they made, but still monsters can love.
Solomon breathed a sigh of relief ever so slightly, thankful that the cricket had not been eaten. Not that he was concerned for the cricket being eaten. No, he was simply relieved that the voice in the closet, which could be a monster, had not eaten ...
God didn't create monsters. Monsters created themselves.
Monsters are very real. But they're not just creatures. Monsters are everywhere. They're people. They're nightmares...They are the things that we harbor within ourselves. If you remember one thing, even above remembering me, remember that there is no...
A monster’s not a monster to another monster. At least that’s what I thought when I saw my mother-in-law talking to a statue of Stalin.
Stories don't always have happy endings." This stopped him. Because they didn't, did they? That's one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.
My heart was happier than a fly sucking on shit.
Getting out of tight jams was his specialty.
The Nephilim - the bogeyman for monsters, and all those who could be monsters.
There is nothing so actively alive as the dead.
She was a monster, but she was my monster.
When someone asks, 'Does success make you into a monster?' I always say, 'No, it enables you to be a monster.'
It was somehow clear, even then, that the monster had been lonely. The folds above its eye made the old face look wistful, and it emanated such a strong sense of solitude that each human standing in the park that day felt miles from the others, thoug...
I seem to be the most wordy when it comes to monsters because I'm a bit of a monster freak.
The monsters are gone." "Really?" Doubtful. "I killed the monsters. That's what fathers do.
My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn't even fold his own umbrella. Vera licked his...
The story of Psyche finally made sense to him- why a mortal girl would be so afraid. Why would she risk breaking the rules to look the god of love in the face, because she feared he might be a monster. Psyche had been right. Cupid a monster. Love was...
One of my roommates, Rafael, he's an expert on monsters. Not that he talks about them. I can just tell. People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.
Monsters can live inside a person. Sometimes, they know about it. More often, they don’t. The monster makes them feel safe, or at the very least, better. As long as you know it’s there, you can co-exist with it. Give it what it wants, and it will...
The only thing that will ever be real, is this moment,' I turned to the statue, 'when you made me feel alive, when you made me feel real, when I felt like you really love me. Now? I'm just your monster, Frankie. I will always be a monster.
[Boo, scared of the closet, shows Sully a picture] Sulley: Hey, that looks like Randall. Randall's your monster. You think he's gonna come out of the closet and scare you? [Opens closet and walks inside] Sulley: Look, it's empty. No monster in here. ...
