Libba Bray Quotes

The night is quiet. Like a camp before battle. The city beset by a thing unknown and will it come from forest or sea? The murengers have walled the pale, the gates are shut, but lo the thing's inside and can you guess his shape? Where he's kept or what's the counter of his face? Is he a weaver, bloody shuttle shot through a time warp, a carder of souls from the world's nap? Or a hunter with hounds or do bone horses draw his dead cart through the streets and does he call his trade to each? Dear friend he is not to be dwelt upon for it is by just such wise that he's invited in

His body rigid with terror as he waited for the savages to something horrible to him—bash his head with clubs, or stab him with spears, or… …or tap him on the shoulder.

There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.

I definitely feel, when I'm wearing the costume, that I could scare people and hurt them.

I don't like the dark. I really am afraid of the dark.

The horror of it is, every goddamn thing you look at seems pretty scary to me.

Staring down the barrel of a gun is the scariest thing you could ever experience. It's not funny. It's not for the movies.

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.

The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!

Evil was coming. I wondered whose face it would be wearing.

There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.

I can scare myself like a pro.

Fear tastes like a rusty knife and do not let her into your house.

Fear is the lengthened shadow of ignorance.

There's so much to be afraid of.

Horror can be contained within a book, given form and meaning. But in life, horror has no more form than it does meaning. Horror just is.

I don't like going into the basement. I'm always afraid that something's going to blow up.

There's a monster outside my room, can I have a glass of water?

Dread of night. Dread of not-night.

To him who is in fear everything rustles.

Considering how dangerous everything is, nothing is really very frightening.

See you in the darkness.

Of all the hazards, fear is the worst.

Everyone wishes that the man whom he fears would perish.

Fear of danger is ten thousand times more terrifying than danger itself.