Jerome Flynn Quotes

Who do I think Jack The Ripper was? Do you know, I've got no idea who Jack The Ripper was. No idea.

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

No doubt Jack the Ripper excused himself on the grounds that it was human nature.

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 mysterious is always attractive. People will always follow a vail.

I've always had a fascination for everything surrounding things that are unexplainable. Not surprising that my first movie was a horror film, even though, of course, at the time I had no experience writing horror music.

Magic frightens people almost as much as it intrigues them.

Where there is mystery there is power.

Sometimes a disappearance can be more haunting than an apparition.

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

You are an educated man. You know there are no such things as demons." Bast smiled a terrible smile. "There is only my kind." Bast leaned closer still, Chronicler smelled flowers on his breath. "You are not wise enough to fear me as I should be feared. You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.

Some nutter's gone and pulled a Jack the Ripper.

It was mild monsters like these that made Jack the Ripper go after young women, she decided: who could tolerate yielding the world to someone who behaved as if she had given birth to the very world herself?

Having wandered some distance among gloomy rocks, I came to the entrance of a great cavern ... Two contrary emotions arose in me: fear and desire--fear of the threatening dark cavern, desire to see whether there were any marvelous things in it.

Mystery magnifies danger as the fog the sun.

You don't know a thing about me

There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.

I always think it's not what we know that's terrifying; it's what we don't know. That's sort of pervasive with everything in life.

We look about in puzzlement at our world, with a sense of unease and disquiet. We think of ourselves as scholars in arcane liturgies, single men trapped in worlds beyond our devising. The truth is far simpler: there are things in the darkness beneath us that wish us harm.

The job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.

The everlasting lure of round-the-corner, how fascinating it is.

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

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.

Every man needs his Siren to check his courage and strength when he hears her song in his travels through the unknown.

We fear that which we cannot see.