Jonathan Maberry Quotes

No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death.

It's an odd feeling, knowing someone is trying to kill you. On the front line, you learn quickly that if you're in the path of a bullet, you will get hit.

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

All of a sudden their husband's dead and maybe a child is dead and they have absolutely nothing - and they're heading through the desert at night.

I am profoundly fascinated by cruelty, fear, horror and death. My films show my preoccupation with violence, the pathology of violence.

In order to endure death and horror one tends to kill ones own humanity, which is a much greater danger than not being able to bear it.

Those who cannot be aggressive are hunted down while they shiver and hide because the night is dark.

The best time to cry is at night, when the lights are out and someone is being beaten up and screaming for help.

If I'd known how wrong I was - if I'd had any idea of the awful night that lay ahead - I'd have run after him and never returned to that disgusting circus of blood, that revolting circus of death.

Cursing themselves in ragged dreamsfire has singed the edges of,they know a slow dying the fields have come to terms with.Shimmering fans work against the heat& smell of gunpowder, making moneyfloat from hand to hand. The next momenta rocket pushes a white fistthrough night sky, & they scatter like birds& fall into the shape their liveshave become.

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown.

Leave me in the night but please don't leave me in the dark

But my gloom did not lessen. I knew that I'd had a bad dream, and I stood in the dark trying to recollect it. The second I closed my eyes, I was with the dead. They did things words cannot express. They spoke madness. ("Hanka")

I have almost forgotten the taste of fears: The time has been, my senses would have cool’d to hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in’t: I have supt full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, cannot once start me.

War is hell. You can't photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear.

I really wanted to die at certain periods in my life.

There were air raids at night. The factory was dark and dirty. And I remember thinking - well - I must find somebody or something because like this I cannot go on.

War is the ultimate reality-based horror show.

Blood and death. That moves me.

You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.

When you're in the battlefield, survival is all there is. Death is the only great emotion.

It's tough to play the right chord on the instrument when there's someone out there who wants to kill you.

For me, at least, Vietnam was partly love. With each step, each light-year of a second, a foot soldier is always almost dead, or so it feels, and in such circumstances, you can't help but love.

I felt like a hunted animal, followed constantly, waiting to be killed.

On the day when I was shot, all of my friends' faces were covered, except mine.