-:Pinhead:-
Pain has a face.
Allow me to show it to you.
Gentlemen, I...AM...PAIN.
-:F. Paul Wilson:-
We've trivialized the vampire.
I think it happened about the time
'Count Chocula' found its way to cereal boxes.
-:The Nightmare Before Christmas:-
I am the shadow on the moon at night,
filling your dreams to the brim with fright.
-:Dracula:-
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no
one... Men know him not. And to know not; is to care not for.
-:Marquis DeSade:-
There are thorns everywhere,
but along the path of vice,
roses bloom above them.
-:Stephen King:-
The rose began to open before his eyes,
it disclosed a dark scarlet furnace,
petal upon secret petal,
each burning with its own secret fury
-:Count Dracula:-
You'll die in torment if you die
with innocent blood on your soul.
-:Edgar Allan Poe:-
An angel throng, bedight in veils,
and drowned in tears,
sit in a theater to see
a play of hopes and fears.
-:Lord Byron:-
But first, on earth as vampire sent,
Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent;
Then ghostly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all they race...
-:Count Dracula:-
To die, to be "really" dead, that must be
glorious.
-:William Shakespeare:-
If I must die, I will encounter darkness
as a bride and hug it in my arms.
-:Count Dracula:-
There are far worse things awaiting man than
death.
-:Darkness:-
Mother Night, fold your dark arms about me.
Protect me in your black embrace.
-:Bela Lugosi:-
Listen to them...
children of the night,
what music they make!
-:Pinhead:-
Still hungry?
Ready for something that screams?
-:Nathaniel Hawthorne:-
We sometimes congratulate ourselves
at the moment of waking from a troubled
dream; it may be so the moment after death.
-:Kissed:-
I've always been fascinated by death.
The feel of it, the smell of it, the quietness
of it.
-:Bram Stoker's Dracula:-
She lives beyond the grace of God. She is vampyr, nosferatu.
These creatures do not die like the bee after a first sting, but
instead grow strong once infected by another nosferatu. My
friends we fight not one beast but legions living each after
each after each, feeding off of the blood of the living.
-:Marquis DeSade:-
One must do violence to the object of one's desire;
when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater. Miserable
creatures, thrown for a moment on the surface of this
little pile of mud, is it decreed that one half of the flock
should be the persecutor of the other? Is it for you,
mankind, to pronounce on what is good and what is evil?
-:Vicomte de Valmont:-
You see, I have no plans to break down her morals. I want
her to believe in love and virtue & the sancitity of marriage,
& still not be able to stop herself. I want the pleasure of
watching her betray everything that is important to her.
-:Marquise De Merteuil:-
You'll find the pain is like the shame, you only feel it once.
-:Daughters of Horror:-
Come with me into the tormented, haunted, half-lit night of the insane.
This is my world. Let me lead you into it. Let me take you into the mind
of a woman who is mad. You may not recognize some things in this world,
& the faces will look strange to you. For this is a place where there is no
love, no hope...in the pulsing, throbbing world of the insane mind, where
only nightmares are real, nightmares of the Daughter of Horror.
-:Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:-
As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal
of our existence, I have formed during the last few years such
close relations with this best and truest friend of mankind, that
his image is not only no longer terrifying to me, but is indeed
very soothing and consoling! And I thank my God for graciously
granting me the opportunity...of learning that death is the key
which unlocks the door to our true happiness.
-:Candyman:-
They will say that I have shed innocent blood.
What's blood for, if not for shedding?
-:Dorothy Parker:-
Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
love the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die!
But, alas, we never do.
-:Steven Wright:-
If Dracula can't see his reflection in a mirror,
how come his hair is always so neatly combed?
-:Jack (Romeo Is Bleeding):-
People think that Hell is fire & brimstone
& the Devil poking you in the butt with a
pitchfork, but it's not. Hell is when you
should have walked away, but you didn't.
-:Pinhead:-
No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.
-:Marquis de Sade:-
I have supported my deviations with reasons;
I did not stop at mere doubt; I have vanquished,
I have uprooted, I have destroyed everything in
my heart that might have interfered with my pleasure.
-:Seth (From Dusk Till Dawn):-
Did they look like psychos? Is that what they looked like?
They were vampires. Psychos do not explode when sunlight
hits them, I don't give a fuck how crazy they are.
-:Marquis de Sade:-
Consider the problem from the point of view of evil,
evil being almost always pleasure's true & major charm;
considered thus, the crime must appear greater when
perpetrated upon a being of your identical sort than
when inflicted upon one which is not, & this once
established, the delight automatically doubles.
-:Disturbed:-
I can see inside you
the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny
what you feel
It seems that all
that was good has died
And is decaying in me.
-:Pinhead:-
Do I look like someone who cares what God thinks?
-:Judas Priest:-
When you feel safe
when you feel warm
That's when I rise
that's when I crawl
Gliding on mist
hardly a sound
Bringing the kiss
evils abound.
-:Dorothy Parker:-
Resume
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
-:Sylvia Plath:-
Dying is an art,like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
-:Poe:-
And the silence was unbroken
And the stillness gave no token
And the only word there spoken
Was the whispered word...
Lenore
-:Judas Priest:-
As night is falling
The end is drawing near
They'll hear their last rites
echo on the wind
Huddled in the cellar
Fear caught in their eyes
Daring not to move or breathe
As the creature cries
Fingernails start scratching
On the outside wall
Clawing at the windows
"'Come to me" it calls
Atmosphere's electric
As it now descend the stairs
Hiding in the darkness
Is so futile from its glare
Death comes in an instant
As they hoped it would
Souls ascend to heaven
While it feasts on flesh & blood.
-:Pinhead:-
Your suffering will be legendary, even in hell.
-:Nietzche:-
He that fights with monsters should look
to himself, that he does not become a monster.
-:Saigon Kick:-
I am the lord of all you see and feel
You may not want me but I'm oh so real
You cannot feel me when the light is on
But come the darkness, I won't be very long
Close your eyes my darling, And you'll find the light
Close your eyes my friend, And they'll be no fright.
-:Dorothy Parker:-
Frustration
If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains;
Or had I some poison gas,
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
People whom I do not love.
But I have no lethal weapon-
Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!
So they still are quick and well
Who should be, by rights, in hell.
-:The Book of Counted Sorrows:-
All of us are travelers lost,
our tickets arranged at a cost
unknown but beyond our means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
- enigmatic, strange, unreal -
leaves us unsure how to feel.
No postmortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life.
-:William Blake:-
The Sick Rose
O rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
-:Pinhead:-
So eager to play, so reluctant to admit it.
But, please; feel free. Explore. We'll always
be here...We have eternity to know your flesh!
-:Anthony Kennedy (Anglican vicar):-
Priestesses should be burned at the stake because
they are assuming powers they have no right to.
In the medieval world that was called sorcery...
it's illegal now, but if I had my way that's what
would happen to them. I would burn the bloody bitches.
-:Jean de La Fontaine:-
Everyone believes very easily whatever they fear or desire.
-:Susan Jeffers:-
We cannot escape fear. We can only transform it into a
companion that accompanies us on all our exciting adventures
-:Marquis de Sade:-
Certain souls seem hard because they are capable of strong feelings,
and they sometimes go to rather extreme lengths; their apparent
unconcern and cruelty are but ways, known only to themselves,
of feeling more strongly than others. Evil is a moral entity and not
a created one, an eternal and not a perishable entity: it existed
before the world; it constituted the monstrous, the execrable being
who was also to fashion such a hideous world. It will hence exist
after the creatures which people this world
-:Marilyn Ferguson:-
Ultimately we know deeply that the
other side of every fear is a freedom.
-:Leonardo da Vinci:-
People react to fear, not love- they don’t
teach that in Sunday School, but it’s true.
-:H.P.Lovecraft:-
That is not dead which can eternal lie. Yet
with strange aeons, even death may die.
-:Dylan Thomas:-
And death shall have no dominion.
-:Sir Francis Bacon:-
Nothing is to be feared but fear.
-:John Qxenham:-
For death begins with life's first breath,
and life begins at the touch of death
-:Pinhead:-
Save your tears. We'll
reap your soul slowly.
We have centuries to
discover the things that
make you whimper.
You think your nighttime
world is closed to me?
Your mind is so naked.
A book that yearns
to be read.
A door that begs
to be opened.
-:Robert Benchley:-
Tell us your phobias & we will
tell you what you are afraid of.
-:Louie (Interview With A Vampire):-
I said farewell to the sunlight &
set out to become what I became.
-:Stephen King:-
The rose began to open before his eyes,
it disclosed a dark scarlet furnace,
patal upon secret petal, each burning
with its own secret fury.
-:Frank Herbert, Dune:-
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death
that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit
it to pass over me & through me. And when it has gone past
I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has
gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
-:Robert Albert Bloch:-
Anxiety is a thin stream of fear trickling through
the mind. If encouraged, it cuts a channel into
which all other thoughts are drained.
-:Lestat (Interview With A Vampire)~
I've come to answer your prayers.
Life has no meaning anymore does it?
The wine has no taste, the food, sickens you,
here seems to be no reason for any of it, does there?
-:Poppy Z. Brite:-
When you have too much faith in something, it is bound
to hurt you. Too much faith in anything will suck you
dry. In this way, all the world is a vampire.
-:T.S. Eliot:-
And what the dead had no speech for, when living, They
can tell you, being dead : the communication. Of the dead
is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
-:E.K. Brathwaite:-
Darkness pours from these wrecked boards &
from the crab-torn spaces underneath the door.
-:Tanith Lee:-
But humanity loves confession & painful reminiscence.
We're all bloodsuckers, one way or another.
-:Pinhead:-
She met me, Stranger, upon life's rough way,
And lured me towards sweet death ...
-:Percy Bearce Shelley:-
Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now.
I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the
stinking face of humanity into the dark blood
of its own secret heart.
-:Philip Larkin:-
Advised night see walking a dead one?
... Since someone will forever be surprising
A hunger in himself to be more serious,
And gravitating with it to this ground,
Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,
If only that so many dead lie round.
-:Sir Henry Newbolt:-
The river of death has brimmed his banks ...
-:D.H. Lawrence:-
... He is quite gentle and dark-faced.
... Dark, keen, fine eyes in the brilliant
frost of her face.
Beautiful dead eyes.
-:Pinhead:-
Down the dark decades of your pain,
this will seem like a memory of Heaven.
-:Stephen King:-
Death is a mystery and burial is a secret.
-:Stephen Spender:-
What is precious, is never to forget the emotional
delight of the blood drawn from ageless Springs...
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
-:Robert Browning:-
... Death stepped tacitly and took them where they
never see the sun. 'Dust and ashes, dead and done
with, Venice spent what Venice earned. 'The soul,
doubtless, is immortal - where a soul can be discerned.
