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“Except for cases that clearly involve a homicidal maniac, the police like to believe murders are committed by those we know and love, and most of the time they're right - a chilling thought when you sit down to dinner with a family of five. All those potential killers passing their plates.”
― Sue Grafton, A Is for Alibi

“I can鈥檛 get forensics over here to dig up the yard because my friend here, and her dog, didn鈥檛 hear a single thing. I don鈥檛 think they鈥檒l go for it, Valerie.”
― Alyssa Hall, And Then I Heard the Quiet

“You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he's done, or come to like it too much.”
― Holly Black, Red Glove

“I can just close my eyes and let myself fall into oblivion. Maybe I'll hit the exact same rocks and my blood will mingle with his and maybe there's some kind of life after death and he's waiting for me there with his hand outstretched just like mine.
But...
I don't want to die.
I try to twist my body backwards and pain shoots up my neck.
It's too late.
I chose life too late.”
― Cat Clarke, Undone

“Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Road

“Whoever coined the phrase '"I can work well under pressure" should be put on trial for crimes against Humanity.”
― Adriano Bulla, The Road to London

“Fear of night. Fear of not night.”
― Franz Kafka

“My ability to make up lies on the spot chills me as much as it saves me.”
― Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy

“The steps behind us resumed- a cautious brush against the leaves, a shifting branch- and after a while, utter silence. Even the wind seemed to pause its gentle tease through the leaves.

And then a growl tore through the darkness.”
― Tyffany Hackett, Imber

“The ghouls leered at her, unbreathing, their flesh crisply necrotic like rice paper pressed over old oozing wounds.”
― Scott Lynch, Rogues

“I went up to the tower. I thought I might find the woman and the boy there, in bed together. Or the boy and his father, enjoying some quality time, a dead man and a mad boy chuckling and joshing and exchanging their stories of being dead and being mad.”
― Stephen Gregory, The Waking That Kills

“Do souls need love to survive? Or does love need souls to survive?”
― Sofia Gomez Puente

“Mrs. Henderson looked up at the sheriff and smiled pleasantly.
"Is my husband still alive?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am. He's hanging in there," he replied.
"Good," she said. "I hope he lives."
The sheriff nodded. The old woman smiled.
"Because I really want to stab him again."
Wit that, Mrs. Henderson went back to reading the Bible.”
― Stephen King, Sleeping Beauties

“But now mystery had brushed them with her wing; they had heard the voice of authority; the spirit of religion was abroad with her eyes bandaged tight and her lips gaping wide.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“So it was the hand that started it all. He felt one hand and then the other work his coat free and let it slump to the floor. He held his pants out into an abyss and let them fall into darkness. His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms. He could feel the poison working up his wrists and into his elbows and his shoulders , and then the jump-over from shoulder blade to shoulder blade like a spark leaping a gap. His hands were ravenous. and his eyes were beginning to feel hunger, as if they must look at something, anything, everything.
His wife said, "What are you doing?"
He balanced in space with the book in his sweating cold fingers.”
― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

“Beauty can be consoling, disturbing, sacred, profane: it can be exhilarating, appealing, inspiring chilling.”
― Roger Scruton, Beauty

“It鈥檚 not your fault. And anyway, it鈥檚 not the worst thing that happened to me.”
― Sara Shepard, Flawless

“A trivial thing, for a teenage boy to be colour-blind, not uncommon or noteworthy, unless it simply, unalterably, thwarted everything.”
― Stephen Gregory, The Waking That Kills

“Chilling Tales For Dark Nights, these people or let's say these team is trying to return the fear, the theater... Which so far is great to hear, acting in reading a story and everything one place, just awesome,”
― Deyth Banger

“What life can you create when those activities spent 鈥渒illing鈥� or 鈥渨asting鈥� time were put into the quest for a better you? What would your life be like if instead of 鈥渃hilling and net flicks鈥� you devoted time to wellness and thinking? A much better life awaits you with some simple choices, backed by intentional actions.”
― Tony Curl, Seriously Simple Stuff to Get You Unstuck

“We, when invited to hang out with and by our friend, are often a Plan B, a Plan C, or even a Plan P.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, On Friendship: A Satirical Essay

“So it seems that the only way for terrorists to win is if its victims overreact, dismantle civil liberties and blame whole groups for the actions of a few. Doing so stirs up the very conflicts that the terrorists seek and makes it easier to recruit terrorists and continue the battle (103).”
― Johan Norberg, Progress - Ten Reasons to Look Forward to the Future

“The word Dream had been crossed out, and a new word had been written above it. The motto of the shop now read: Where Your Every Nightmare Comes True.”
― Jeffrey Buller, Payvand Reed's Curiosity Shoppe

“There is an essay on the language of the dying. The dying sometimes speak of themselves in the third person. I was not speaking that way. I said: I am bleeding. I am going to bleed to death. And I will be lucky if I die before he returns.

Give me my Scallop shell of quiet.

You know, they did not print the whole of the Indian song in the subway. Only a few lines. But I know the poem.

'It's off in the distance. It came into the room. It's here in the circle.'

I know the poem.

She knows the poem.”
― Susanna Moore, In the Cut

“Please try to remember.

100% of people finding themselves in hell, would accept, if offered the chance to go back in time, to warn themselves or others, about the grotesque existance which is hell. Begging. Pleading.

And, I'm not so sure about time travel.”
― Adaeristw

“Upon this Death Hour, the rabbit will dance.
There, canvassed in spoiling disease,
on streams and sharp-edged rocks,
he will move around and around with the Diablos.”
― When Death Comes For Us by D.L. Lewis

“I haven't been completely honest with you.”
― Paul Cleave, Collecting Cooper

“This is happening!鈥� He pointed to his bruised body and to the river covered with blood.
鈥淥h, Usman!鈥� she replied calmly. 鈥淚t is only a dream!”
― Elaine Santos, The Children of Allura

“I did open the gates on this. And the only way I know to stop it is to go to Arcane House and figure out why it all started in the first place.”
― Philip Henry, The Dead Room

“Yet even now, though our every footstep is tracked and traced by a thousand unblinking eyes, our every stripe is swiped and every chip is checked, as every search and view and click is absorbed into our history, we still can slip from sight, simply cease to be. Those who watch over us can rewind and review, zoom and freeze, can lean in, pressing their thousand faces to a thousand screens, and observe the precise moment when light is swallowed by shadow, when sound is deadening by silence, when someone curls like paper touched by a flame and reaches and blackens and crumbles into ash, into dust. But if they watch, what will they see? And what will they do?”
― David Demchuk, Red X