Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes

Magic frightens people almost as much as it intrigues them.

I have always been into the darker side of things and love the mystery and sexiness of vampires.

I've always been intrigued by the supernatural.

I don't spend a lot of time thinking about scary demons, but I think that there are things in this world that are unexplainable that are mystical or paranormal. The possibility is there, definitely.

I think, for any actor, dealing with the paranormal is intriguing.

That feeling of wavering between reality and supernatural has always been really interesting to me.

The occult stuff, I grew up having a fascination about world religion and that fascination grew into other religions and other things and I kind of dabbled my way into the occult and started reading about the occult.

I can't explain witchcraft.

If you listen very carefully, you can hear the good fairy come in the night and leave our assignment for tomorrow.

It begins with absence and desire. It begins with blood and fear. It begins with a discovery of witches.

It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night.

... but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight

Woo woo, secret vampire stuff!

The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I hear; The hour of midnight must be near... So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night, They have driven sleep from mine eyes away: I will go down to the chapel and pray.

By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only, Where an eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule -- From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE, out of TIME.

Are the angels of her bed the angels who come near me alone in mine? Are the green trees in her window the color is see in ripe plums? If she always sees backward and upside down without knowing it what chance do we have? I am haunted by the feeling that she is saying melting lords of death, avalanches, rivers and moments of passing through, And I am replying, "Yes, yes. Shoes and pudding.

Miracles cannot be explained, that is their miraculous nature.

Footsteps in the snow suggest where you have been, point to where you were going: but when they suddenly vanish, never dismiss the possibility of flight.

What is the knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? It is somebody who wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them.

Magic is the cheat codes for the world.

We need metaphors of magic and monsters in order to understand the human condition.

The hand that unnerved Belshazzar derived its most horrifying influence from the want of a body, and death itself is not formidable in what we do know of it, but in what we do not.