We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful.
Rachel HartmanWe are very fond of books. You can learn nearly everything from them that rabbits can't teach you.
Alan SnowMots clés books monsters rabbits
Then stop trying to throw logic at nightmares. Sometimes the monsters are real, Anita. Sometimes they're real and the only way to defeat them is to be the bigger monster. ~Bibiana to Anita
Laurell K. HamiltonMots clés monsters nightmares
Real life... Witches: Wiccan practitioners. Werewolves: rare strain of rabies. Zombies: Prions/Plague. Vampires: Hemophilia/Porphyria
Solange nicoleMots clés real-life satire monsters humorous halloween solange
A monster. You and your friends, all of you. Pretty monsters. It's a stage all girls go through. If you're lucky you get through it without doing any permanent damage to yourself or anyone else.
Kelly LinkMots clés monsters cruelty bullying teenagers teens cliques teenage-girls heathers kelly-link pretty-monsters
*For eleven years, I've been worked over and abused in ways you can't imagine by things you don't want to know about. I've killed every kind of vile, black-souled, dead-eyed nightmare that ever made you piss your pjs and cry for mommy in the middle of the night. I kill monsters and, if I wanted, I could say a word and burn you to powder from the inside out. I can tear any human you ever met to rages with my bare hands. Give me one good reason why I could possibly need you?
*She looks straight at me, not blinking. No fear in her eyes.
*Because you might be the Tasmanian Devil and the Angel of Death all rolled into one, but you don't even know how to get a phone.
*I hate to admit it, but she has a point.
Mots clés hell monsters phones
You worry that we're becoming monsters. Merlin, we already were monsters. You didn't make us any worse.
Alastair ReynoldsMots clés monsters
The monsters are gone."
"Really?" Doubtful.
"I killed the monsters. That's what fathers do.
Leaves that rustled, twigs that scraped and rattled. But the thin shapes weren't falling, they were scurrying head first down the tree-trunks at a speed that seemed to leave time behind. Some of them had no shape they could have lived with, and some might never have had any skin. She saw their shriveled eyes glimmer eagerly and their toothless mouths gape with an identical infantile hunger. Their combined weight bowed the lowest branches while they extended arms like withered sticks to snatch the child. ("With The Angels")
Ramsey CampbellMots clés monsters
We make our own monsters, then fear them for what they show us about ourselves.
Mike CareyMots clés creation monsters frankenstein
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