monsters

Monsters have the worst taste in women.

As a breath on glass, -As witch-fires that burn,The gods and monsters pass,Are dust, and return.(__he Face of the Skies_)

When people shine a little light on their monster, we find out how similar most of our monsters are.

Adversity makes men, and prosperity makes monsters.

TO WHOM LIFE IS AN EXPERIENCE TO BE CARRIED AS FAR AS POSSIBLE... I have not meant to express my thought but to help you clarify what you yourself think... You are not any more different from me than your right leg is from your left, but what joins us is THE SLEEP OF REASON__HICH PRODUCES MONSTERS.__heory of Religion

Imagination creates some big monsters.

I used to send away for eight-minute Super 8 movies of various Ray Harryhausen scenes advertised on the back of 'Famous Monsters of Filmland' magazine.

I want to be a vampire. They're the coolest monsters.

...no good writing flows from a polluted well - you can write about monsters, but you can't be one...

Life would be perfect if monster would stop farting.

People who have monsters recognize each other. They know each other without even saying a word.

The reason Armand Gamache could go there was because it wasn't totally foreign to him. He knew it because he__ seen his own burned terrain, he__ walked off the familiar and comfortable path inside his own head and heart and seen what festered in the dark. And one day Jean Guy Beauvoir would look at his own monsters, and then be able to recognize others. And maybe this was the day and this was the case. He hoped so.

If they want a monster so badly they ought to be provided by one.

Being a pumpkinhead is great.""Your HEAD is a PUMPKIN.

I pictured love as a big hairy giant with a dead fish in his mouth. Grizzly bear claws and his heart half out of his chest cause it__ too big and the lungs have to fit. He never stops walking. Over mountains. Through the desert. On top of icy lakes. Past huge cities. And he hunts and kills for you and always comes back with plenty to eat.

Good luck to you," he said, and she remembered how he had looked at her as she pinned Yah Tayyib, as if she was some kind of monster.Maybe she was.

It__ really kind of_ well, beautiful, in a way. Even the monsters, once you get to know __m. We__e all beautiful.

You make them sound human.""Aren't they? A lot of monsters are human."She couldn't argue with that.