Scott Snyder Quotes

It's not the tales of Stephen King that I've read, I need protection from the things in my head . . .

You cannot escape what you have to deal with inside yourself. It will never bring good things. It will only bring madness.

Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy.

There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. And then, next day, you didn't know what to make of it,you couldn't interpret the horror you had glimpsed the day before. Yes, you know what evil costs.

A man's subconscious self is not the ideal companion. It lurks for the greater part of his life in some dark den of its own, hidden away, and emerges only to taunt and deride and increase the misery of a miserable hour.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.

There is a pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know.

There's certainly a side of me that isn't completely... sane. Or completely 'even' all the time. We all have our dark sides.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

I voluntarily inflicted a certain level of insanity on myself.

One night last summer, all the killers in my head assembled on a stage in Massachusetts to sing show tunes.

I'm not this dark, twisted person. Yes, I have my demons and this is my way of exorcising them. It gets them out - and better out than in.

... madness entered my veins.

Such persons are windows through which one looks into terrible worlds.

'Session 9' can be interpreted in different ways. You can get the sense that Gordon breathes in an evil spirit but can also be read as a much more clinical movie that shows a man who becomes unhinged or may be going mad. An inspiration was Nicolas Roeg's 'Don't Look Now.'

I am always fascinated by the mental struggles that people and characters have.

I just like stories in which characters are struggling with something, whether it's an external force like in 'Vanishing,' or in 'Session 9,' where it's more of a monster within the mind.

Desire, despair, desire. So many monsters.

He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.

so your father told you once that you were his princess you won't see the castle you cannot find your prince and now you've grown a lot and your dress don't fit right your daddy's not a hero he stole your chariot so here you are in pieces trying to prove to us it's real the softness of your smile and the lies you want to feel the scales beneath your skin are showing off today there's evil in your heart and it wants out to play there's evil in your heart and it wants out to play there's evil in your heart and I have made a home here for me you'll burn it down with your fantasy

There are materials enough in every man's mind to make a hell there.

No one who, like me, conjures up the most evil of those half-tamed demons that inhabit the human breast, and seeks to wrestle with them, can expect to come through the struggle unscathed.

His parting shot to me had been, "I don't want to love someone who is more at home with the monsters than I am." What do you say to that? What can you say? Damned if I know. They say love conquers everything. They lie.

Masquerading the heart is the height of haunting souls.

Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.