Richard O'Brien Quotes

Whatever is unknown is magnified.

I see things, that's all. Write enough stories and every shadow on the floor looks like a footprint; every line in the dirt like a secret message.

From a good book, I want to be taken to the very edge. I want a glimpse into that outer darkness.

Savor the mystery, Stephen, we don't get enough of them.

The enduring appeal of mystery stories for all of us is that the world is a pretty confusing place. There's a lot of really unanswered things, and perhaps the scariest notion would be that there might not always be answers out there for us.

The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.

Man lives in a world of surmise, of mystery, of uncertainties.

I love the mystery behind things.

All action takes place, so to speak, in a kind of twilight, which like a fog or moonlight, often tends to make things seem grotesque and larger than they really are.

Darkness is full of possibility.

If there wasn't mystery, people wouldn't have anything to ponder. If you already knew everything, you wouldn't have anything to think about and life would just be really boring.

Reality is the scary thing. Not my work, not comedy.

I always felt that what is scary is actually hearing someone tell you what they think they see. That sense of invisibility makes things a lot scarier, since your imagination tends to fill in the gaps.

I'm terrified of the ocean. I think it's beautiful and magical, but I never go in. That deep, dark water, with no understanding of what goes on behind it - I think that's a metaphor for a lot of things.

I love the unexplainable. It would be so boring to me if everything could be explained.

There is a mystery about this which stimulates the imagination; where there is no imagination there is no horror.

It’s always more intriguing to imagine what’s happening, as opposed to seeing everything, because then you can use your imagination. I always wanted to be at a distance.

The night is full of mystery. Even when the moon is brightest, secrets hide everywhere. Then the sun rises and its rays cast so many shadows that the day creates more illusion than all the veiled truth of the night.

Being in darkness and confusion is interesting to me.

What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.

Life is like that. We don't know anything. We call something bad; we call it good. But really we just don't know.

I don't want to lose too much of the mystery by hammering every detail to death.

October was always the least dependable of months ... full of ghosts and shadows.

When you peered into the windows of someone else's life, you could only guess what was going on.