Darren Shan Quotes

If you run across a dog driving, would you ever forget that? You could never forget that, that bump. It'll haunt you for the rest of your life. Imagine if you killed a human being. You're not going to forget that. Well, I killed many.

I have a recurring dream where I'm on the run for a horrible thing I did years and years ago. Like, in the dream... because the thing I did was so long ago that it's just a faint memory in my dream, so I'm sort of remembering it as I'm on the run from the police. And I'm totally guilty of it.

I'm not proud of killing, of being responsible for the death of a single person. I never will be.

Did I kill anyone?

In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go, and I must have killed him. I can't remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked.

I cannot take the responsibility for the shedding a single drop of blood. I believe this bloodshed could have been avoided.

Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? - Lady Macbeth

My arms are up to the elbows in blood. That is the most terrible thing that lies in my soul.

They held each other and wept as the night closed its fist around their tiny shelter, and the world below them seethed with killers both living and dead.

None of my problems come from the people I've killed.

All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh!

It took a lot of water to down just that f-king bat's head, let me tell you. It's still stuck in my f-king throat, after all these years. People all over the world say, 'You're the guy who kills creatures? You still do it? You do it every night?' It happened f-king once, for Christ's sake.

I saw a huge steam roller, It blotted out the sun. The people all lay down, lay down; They did not try to run. My love and I, we looked amazed Upon the gory mystery. "Lie down, lie down!" the people cried. "The great machine is history!" My love and I, we ran away, The engine did not find us. We ran up to a mountain top, Left history far behind us. Perhaps we should have stayed and died, But somehow we don't think so. We went to see where history'd been, And my, the dead did stink so.

He never spoke of that night again, not to your mother, not to anyone else. He was ashamed for her, for Mickey, for himself. In the hospital, he stopped speaking altogether. Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge. His thoughts still haunted him.' ~pg 139

This death cult has no reason and is beyond negotiation. This is what makes it so frightening. This is what causes so many to engage in a sort of mental diversion. They don't want to confront this horror. So they rush off in search of more comprehensible things to hate.

I've been to war, and it's not easy to kill. It's bloody and messy and totally horrifying, and the consequences are serious.

If you really kill, you don't want to talk about it.

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.

You should have died when I killed you.

Who made the world I cannot tell; 'Tis made, and here am I in hell. My hand, though now my knuckles bleed, I never soiled with such a deed.

If I leave, reality will devour me. Then they will all really be dead.

Once you realise that heroes die, everything becomes that much more terrifying.

War is the ultimate reality-based horror show.

Having lost people when they were young, you feel intimately acquainted with mortality, I guess. Though I procrastinate worse than anybody.

We stole a box of honey jars one time and went out in the woods and took care of the whole box. I don't think I touched honey again for 20 years. I never wanted to see honey again.