Kami Garcia Quotes

I want my shows to be eerie and mysterious.

There often is a dark secret in books... There is often a gathering sense of dread; there's a gap sometimes in the text from which all kinds of monsters can emerge.

On The Others, very atmospheric and probably mysterious is how I would say it felt to be on the set. It felt just a little uneasy, the atmosphere that we were trying to capture.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

See you in the darkness.

Time plays tricks between here and home," said Mogget sepulchrally, frightening the life out of the telephone operator.

Night, the mother of fear and mystery, was coming upon me.

Superstition is a quality that seems indigenous to the ocean.

Funny how all things people don’t understand seem to be ‘cursed’.

I don't know what scared me about Marvin Gaye. I just know that he was scary, and that all of his... his aura was frightening to me. I can't explain why.

I look up, and stop breathing. Eyes glitter in the darkness. Dark shapes sit in the car, more numerous than we are. The factionless.

The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down." -The Judge

Here is another marvy glimpse into the gothic basement that I call my mind.

Superstition is the spleen of the soul.

The very shadows seem to listen.

That's kind of creepy.

If you cannot bear the silence and the darkness, do not go there; if you dislike black night and yawning chasms, never make them your profession. If you fear the sound of water hurrying through crevices toward unknown and mysterious destinations, do not consider it. Seek out the sunshine. It is a simple prescription. Avoid the darkness.

The screech-owl, with ill-boding cry, Portends strange things, old women say; Stops every fool that passes by, And frights the school-boy from his play.

We fear that which we cannot see.

Fear paints pictures of ghosts and hangs them in the gallery of ignorance.

It wasn't for nothing that the raven was just now croaking on my left hand.

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.

Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. Religion cannot pass away. The burning of a little straw may hide the stars of the sky; but the stars are there and will reappear.