I have a private theory, Sir, that there are no heroes and no monsters in this world. Only children should be allowed to use these words
It’s really kind of… well, beautiful, in a way. Even the monsters, once you get to know ‘em. We’re all beautiful.
Have pity on them all, for it is we who are the real monsters.
Being true to yourself is always the right thing to do." "Is it? Even if you're a monster?
I love you more than the cookie monster loves cookies.
The monsters were never under our bed, but in the forest our future.
Familiarity, and a few dozen cheap flyballs off the Monster, breed contempt.
And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating.
We never see other people anyway, only the monsters we make of them.
I do my best to stay away from dairy, especially ice cream. I've become a cookie monster whenever I want to mess around and eat something cheap.
For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.
The answer is that it does not matter what you think, the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day.
The word miracle, as pronounced by Christian churches, gives a false impression; it is a monster. It is not one with the blowing clover and the falling rain.
As different as me and Sigourney look is as different as these two characters are. I'm not filling her shoes. I'm doing a part that has the same monsters, but it's a completely different movie.
If anyone said to me 'invent a new monster so we can sell more toys', I'd kick them out of my office.
It is hard to look at the tumor and not come away with the feeling that one has encountered a powerful monster in its infancy
There is no denying that Hitler and Stalin are alive today... they are waiting for us to forget, because this is what makes possible the resurrection of these two monsters.
I think you have to know who you are. Get to know the monster that lives in your soul, dive deep into your soul and explore it.
Perversion is a sleeping monster; art is a fanning mistress. Art serves the perversion that is deep and often dormant within human beings.
When I see my kids totally into their Legos, it brings me back to the days I was hanging out and playing with my monster models. It brings me there in a second.
Going through puberty as a young girl is so confusing. This monster invades your body, changes things and makes things grow, and no one tells you what's going on.
