Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

I am profoundly fascinated by cruelty, fear, horror and death. My films show my preoccupation with violence, the pathology of violence.

Brief and powerless is man's life; on him and all his race the slow, sure doom falls pitiless and dark.

It's too late to fall in love with Sharon Tate / But it's too soon to ask me for the words I want carved on my tomb.

And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revelers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

When death comes too near, comedy and tragedy fall silent.

The field of doom bears death as its harvest.

What pornography is really about, ultimately, isn't sex but death.

One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.

Sooner or later a black car came for everyone.

What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.

I knew it would begin with the end, and the end would look like death to these eyes. I had been warned.

I contemplate the body, dead and diseased as well as alive and healthy.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

Death is better than disease.

But Death was cunning.

He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the leaves that September. Some would fall with the trees generations later.

Many, if not most, Americans can imagine a fate worse than death, and it is a seemingly interminable process of dying. For them, it is frightening that politicians can find ways to interject themselves into this sad process.

For a single path leads to the house of Hades.

nobody ever dies of an indignity.

Don't get sick, and if you do get sick, die quickly.

Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!

Night, having Sleep, the brother of Death.

Disease has always been a much bigger killer of human beings than wars.