Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable — your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers — and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s too ugly to be you. Children are afra...
It was always that detail that drove me. Ever since I was a little kid, I used to get into the nitty gritty... when I was drawing army tanks or monsters, I'd do every nut and rivet, and I'd do every scale on the dragon's back. It was just the way I w...
Give me a chance, Gracie. I’m not a monster. I’m not going to hurt you. All I want to do is to make you scream with pleasure. To know each and every inch of your body. I will make you forget the pain you’ve been through and create beautiful mem...
I was a weird little kid. I was very irritable, bored, frustrated. I felt my imagination bubbling inside my head without having any way to express itself. Given a crayon and paper, I would not draw a train or a house. I would draw these monsters, bea...
Evil is never abstract. It is always concrete, always particular and always vested in individuals. To deny monsters as individuals the right to speak, to actually state their case, is perverse - because I want to hear the Devil speak. I like the idea...
I started writing songs when I was real young, when I was 3 years old. The piano spoke to me - I don't remember when I wasn't playing piano. My second grade talent show was the first time I performed my own thing. I dressed up as Dracula and played a...
Rocket Raccoon: He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does! [points to Drax] Rocket Raccoon: Well, I didn't ask to get made! Rocket Raccoon: I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over and turned into some little monster! [begins ...
[over the telephone] Kent Mansley: Sir, this thing is a menace. It destroyed a power station, it... it caused a train wreck! General Rogard: What did, Mansley? Tell me again, and this time, listen to yourself. Kent Mansley: [sighs] A giant... metal m...
Mike: Psst, Fungus. Fungus, you like cars? Because I got a really nice car. You let me go, I'll give you... a ride... in the car. Fungus: I'm sorry, Wazowski, but Randall said I'm not allowed to fraternize with victims of his evil plot.
Henry J. Waternoose: I shouldn't have trusted you. Because of you, I had to banish my top scarer. Randall: Ah, with this machine, we won't need scarers. Besides, Sullivan got what he deserved. Henry J. Waternoose: Sullivan was twice the scarer you'll...
Yeti: [Referring to despondent Sully] Aw, poor guy. I understand. It's not easy being banished. Take my buddy Bigfoot. When he was banished he fashioned an enormous diaper out of poison ivy. Wore it on his head like a tiara. Called himself "King Itch...
Mike: She's the one. I'm telling ya, she is the one. Sulley: I'm happy for you. Mike: Oh, by the way, thanks for hooking me up with those reservations. Sulley: No problem. They're under the name Googlie-Bear. Mike: Thanks, I... you know, that isn't v...
Sulley: Nice job, Mikey. You filled your quota on the first kid of the day. Mike: You know, only someone with great comedic timing could produce this much energy in one shot. Sulley: Uh-huh, and the fact that laughter has ten times the energy of scre...
Mike: [unlocks his car] Come on, hop on in. Sulley: No way, there's a scream shortage. We're walking. Mike: No, come on, It's just-I... just... [is pulled away from his car after a struggle and locks his car again] Mike: I-I'll call ya!
Travis Bickle: You got a .44 magnum? Andy, Gun Salesman: It's an expensive weapon. Travis Bickle: That's all right. I got money. Andy, Gun Salesman: It's a real monster. It'll stop a car at a hundred yards. Put a round right through the engine block.
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: STAND BACK, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! HE'S GOT A ROTTEN BRAIN! Frau Blücher: It's not rotten! It's a good brain! Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: IT'S ROTTEN, I TELL YOU! ROTTEN! The Monster: [lunging at Dr. Frankenstein] RRAAAAAAA...
I've been reading Greek mythology since I was a kid. I also taught it when I was a sixth grade teacher, so I knew a lot of mythological monsters already. Sometimes I still use books and Web sites to research, though. Every time I research Greek mytho...
He thought of the deep crevasses and windy caves of Underlay, and the stories of the creatures that dwelt there. Of course, he didn’t believe in them. He’d told them, because the handing on of an oral mythology was very important to a developing ...
War does that, nothing for it. Reality lays siege. Your framed portrait of life is smashed, and a new one thrust upon you. It's ugly, and you don't even want to look at it let alone hang it on the wall, but you have no choice, once you know. Once you...
You can’t atone for taking one life by saving another. What good does that do the dead?” “The dead,” she said. “And we have plenty of dead between us, but the way we act, you’d think they were corpses hanging on to our ankles, rather than...
It was not a monster that lay sleeping on the white sheets. Nor a faceless horror. Nor even the white bear. It was a man. His hair was golden, glowing bright as a bonfire in the light of the candle. And his features were fair, I suppose, but he was a...
