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“The woman is the most perfect doll that i have dressed with delight and admiration.”
― Karl Lagerfeld

“It is an anxious, sometimes a dangerous thing to be a doll. Dolls cannot choose; they can only be chosen; they cannot 'do'; they can only be done by.”
― Rumer Godden, The Dolls' House

“He is the intermediary between us, his audience, the living, and they, the dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all and yet who mimic the living in every detail since, though they cannot speak or weep, still they project those signals of signification we instantly recognize as language.”
― Angela Carter, Wayward Girls and Wicked Women

“In the jumbled, fragmented memories I carry from my childhood there are probably nearly as many dreams as images from waking life. I thought of one which might have been my earliest remembered nightmare. I was probably about four years old - I don't think I'd started school yet - when I woke up screaming. The image I retained of the dream, the thing which had frightened me so, was an ugly, clown-like doll made of soft red and cream-coloured rubber. When you squeezed it, bulbous eyes popped out on stalks and the mouth opened in a gaping scream. As I recall it now, it was disturbingly ugly, not really an appropriate toy for a very young child, but it had been mine when I was younger, at least until I'd bitten its nose off, at which point it had been taken away from me. At the time when I had the dream I hadn't seen it for a year or more - I don't think I consciously remembered it until its sudden looming appearance in a dream had frightened me awake.

When I told my mother about the dream, she was puzzled.

'But what's scary about that? You were never scared of that doll.'

I shook my head, meaning that the doll I'd owned - and barely remembered - had never scared me. 'But it was very scary,' I said, meaning that the reappearance of it in my dream had been terrifying.

My mother looked at me, baffled. 'But it's not scary,' she said gently. I'm sure she was trying to make me feel better, and thought this reasonable statement would help. She was absolutely amazed when it had the opposite result, and I burst into tears.

Of course she had no idea why, and of course I couldn't explain. Now I think - and of course I could be wrong - that what upset me was that I'd just realized that my mother and I were separate people. We didn't share the same dreams or nightmares. I was alone in the universe, like everybody else. In some confused way, that was what the doll had been telling me. Once it had loved me enough to let me eat its nose; now it would make me wake up screaming. ("My Death")”
― Lisa Tuttle, Best New Horror 16

“I do know the difference between right and wrong, but I just like the way wrong feels. It's an impulse, an urge more intense than anything else.”
― Ker Dukey & K. Webster

“Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y¡¯all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let¡¯s have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.”
― A.K. Kuykendall, The Possession

“There are two kinds of people, those who love dolls and those who don't yet know that they love dolls." - Gayle Wray”
― Gayle Wray

“As a young child I had Santa and Jesus all mixed up. I could identify Coke or Pepsi with just one sip, but I could not tell you for sure why they strapped Santa to a cross. Had he missed a house? Had a good little girl somewhere in the world not received the doll he¡¯d promised her, making the father angry?¡± (p.3)”
― Augusten Burroughs, You Better Not Cry: Stories for Christmas

“I liked dolls as a child, but as an adult, I love them! They represent the good in all of us and display the diverse beauty of humankind.”
― Gayle Wray

“She had a feeling he was like a matryoshka doll too--a placid exterior that hid layers of secrets and mysteries. And she couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath this carefully crafted shell.”
― Roseanna M. White, A Portrait of Loyalty

“Hands she has but does not hold; teeth she has but does not bite; feet she has but they are cold; eyes she has but without sight”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“Dolls are precious little reflections of joyous light, whose hope is only to delight " - Gayle Wray”
― Gayle Wray

“Mary was bigger than Laura, and she had a rag doll named Nettie. Laura had only a corncob wrapped in a handkerchief, but it was a good doll. It was named Susan. It wasn't Susan's fault that she was only a corncob. Sometimes Mary let Laura hold Nettie, but she did it only when Susan couldn't see.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House in the Big Woods

“I'll tell you the secret to making a sophisticated doll. Take the human you'll turn into a doll.....and add emotions only humans have. Adoration. Worship. Pity. And the secret ingredient: Guilt.”
― Tatsuki Fujimoto, ¥Á¥§¥ó¥½©`¥Þ¥ó 8 [Chainsaw Man 8]

“I never shoot for perfection or symmetry in doll making. It is our lovely flaws that make us each special.”
― Gayle Wray

“She had a thick aura of battle around her, and her face was almost doll-like, it was so pleasant to look at. Vacant blue eyes, blond hair tinged dark gray.”
― Carlo Zen, Ó×Å®‘éÓ› (1) Deus lo vult

“A dolls ability to uplift the human spirit can be immeasurable.”
― Gayle Wray

“I like to party, and by "party" I mean "make dolls.”
― Gayle Wray

“Once there was a little doll. Her name was Edith. She lived in a nice house and had everything she needed except somebody to play with. She was very lonely!”
― Dare Wright, The Lonely Doll

“I wasn't going to be his doll anymore. I'd give him plenty of ways to play with me, but I was going to be this man's God.”
― Taliesin Neith, Bound in Flesh: An Anthology of Trans Body Horror

“Would've been useful when I was about eight," I said. "I used to have wicked nightmares." I did, too: stupid dreams about being chased by Elmo. A psycho Elmo with eyes like that Chucky doll. I'd wake up screaming and Vicky would come running in and ask what the nightmare was about. I never told her. I was too embarrassed.”
― Robin Stevenson, The World Without Us

“It's like a nesting doll of imagination! It's like a painting of a painting! It's like the wind catching a chill from the wind, or a wave taking a dip in the ocean. It's like reading a novel that merely describes another novel. It's like music tapping its foot to a tune and saying 'Oh! I love this song!”
― Michelle Cuevas, Confessions of an Imaginary Friend

“With joy in every task and whimsy in our hearts, we are the Dollmakers, it is WHO we are.”
― Gayle Wray

“A doll is a huggable, lovingly made reflection of our inner and outer spirit.”
― Gayle Wray

“Champion Ven knelt in the ruins of the village. Sifting through the rubble, he lifted out a broken doll, its pink dress streaked with dirt and its pottery face cracked.
There was always a broken doll.
Why did there always have to be a damn doll?”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Queen of Blood

“He clenched onto her, the way a 3-year-old kid would clench to his doll whenever someone tried to take it away from him. The doll was getting tore a bit every time the kid held it tighter. In the end, when they stopped trying to take it away from him, he looked at it with all the love he had for it. The doll wasn't the same anymore. It had lost all its beauty it had in the beginning. And the kid just wished in silence that if only he could let it go in the beginning.”
― Akshay Vasu

“There is a doll. The wicked she conjures is never small. Her name is Christie. She likes to play. Takes a break only when you wither away.”
― A.K. Kuykendall, The Possession

“...the older woman looked like a very expensive doll. He type that people had nightmares about coming to life and killing them in their sleep.”
― Stephanie Garber, Once Upon a Broken Heart

“He glanced around, as if taking in the surroundings for the first time. "Is this your childhood room?" he asked. "There's a lot of black."
"Well, I didn't paint it that way until I was fourteen and capable of making cryptic comments about how I wanted my room to match my soul. When this was truly my childhood bedroom, it was perfectly normal, thank you very much. I had a wallpaper border with roses on it and an American Girl doll on the dresser and everything."
"Let me guess." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Samantha."
"Not all brunette girls needed to own a Samantha doll," I said, affronted. "But yes, it was Samantha. She had a really cool tartan cape and a valise and she stood up against child labor, so don't think she was just some prissy rich girl.”
― Alicia Thompson, Love in the Time of Serial Killers

“I renovated my brain's math knowledge lobe. It is now an emporium of artistic wonders.”
― Gayle Wray, Making Angelina