Kenneth Oppel Quotes

my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.

Horror is beyond the reach of psychology.

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.

Good horror is about so much more than slashing: it's a way of examining grief and loss of self.

My adult life is filled with the things horror movies are made of.

Growing up, I was afraid of the dark.

Horror serves a cathartic role in human society, all throughout the world. It is a way of confronting the darkness, both within and without.

I have a horror of being in confined spaces. Potholing is my idea of hell.

A lot of my work comes from a place of despair or fear. I often write in order to gain some sort of control over aspects of my life or the world that seem too dark to look at directly.

The worst thing in the world is having to go back to the dark you shook off.

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")

The night has a capacity for terror that the day can never match.

... we in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.

Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever.

I had the feeling that some horrible image was just beyond the field of vision, moving, as I turned my head, so that I never quite saw it.

Do you ever get the feeling that something awful might happen?' James asked me. . . I sat up. 'I'm the awful thing that happens.

Since the war nothing is so really frightening not the dark not alone in a room or anything on a road or a dog or a moon but two things, yes, indigestion and high places they are frightening.

No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

Early evening traffic was beginning to clog the avenue with cars. The sun slanted down behind him. Harry glanced at the drivers of the cars. They seemed unhappy. The world was unhappy. People were in the dark. People were terrified and disappointed. People were caught in traps. People were defensive and frantic. They felt as if their lives were being wasted. And they were right.

A study of the Great Malady; horror of home.

I was in a very dark place for a long time. It's just so hard to have normalcy.

I am haunted by waters.

For a while they stood there, like men on the edge of a sleep where nightmare lurks, holding it off, though they know that they can only come to morning through the shadows.

I trembled, and my heart failed within me; when, on looking up, I saw, by the light of the moon, the daemon at the casement.

Remember what I said about the mosquitoes?" "Which part" asked Maggie. "The scary part, the really scary part, the legitimately terrifying part, or the part that makes suicide sound like an awesome way to spend the evening?