John Milton Quotes

Fear is the dark room where the Devil develops his negatives.

Fear comes not from God but from the evil one.

I love devils.

Pride the first peer and president of hell.

Dread of night. Dread of not-night.

The most terrifying thing I can think of is being alone - and I mean utterly alone, like no one else in the world alone - at night. That's the nucleus of the first story in my collection and it's also where the title came from for the book.

The devil's name is dullness.

Darkness is good. Dick Cheney. Darth Vader. Satan. That's power.

When I use the word 'Satan,' it doesn't stand for a guy with horns. To me, that word means the powers of the unknown, the powers of darkness.

I haven't become a satanist, but I am fascinated by the character of the devil.

Pandemonium, the high capital Of Satan and his peers.

Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.

The twilight is long fingers and black hair.

Is it eradicating evil? Or are we like children, left alone in the house at night, who light candle after candle to keep away the darkness. We don't see that the darkness has a purpose — though we may not understand it — and so, in our terror, we end up burning down the house!

The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy mass that seemed to follow him: not hurrying in the wild chase with the others, but lingering sullenly behind, and gliding darkly and stealthily on. He often looked back at this, and, more than once, stopped to let it pass over; but, somehow, when he went forward again, it was still behind him, coming mournfully and slowly up, like a shadowy funeral train.

Night gives a black look to everything, whatever it may be.

Sadness came into the world with Satan - that world our Saviour never prayed for, the world you say I do not know. Oh, it is not so difficult to recognize: it is the world that prefers cold to warmth! What can God find to say to those who, of their own free will, of their own weight incline towards sadness and turn instinctively towards the night?

Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joyand fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, Swift be thy flight!

All these, however, were mere terrors of the night, phantoms of the mind that walk in darkness; and though he had seen many spectres in his time, and been more than once beset by Satan in divers shapes, in his lonely pre-ambulations, yet daylight put an end to all these evils; and he would have passed a pleasent life of it, in despite of the devil and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was - a woman.

Light black. From pole to pole.

Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.

The night has a capacity for terror that the day can never match.

Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.

I am the shadow on the moon at night/Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.

The candle flame gutters. Its little pool of light trembles. Darkness gathers. The demons begin to stir.