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“You make them sound human."
"Aren't they? A lot of monsters are human."
She couldn't argue with that.”
― Dark Inside
"Aren't they? A lot of monsters are human."
She couldn't argue with that.”
― Dark Inside
![Cassandra Clare](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1689347318i/150038._UX200_CR0,33,200,200_.jpg)
“He is a demon, Clarissa,” said Valentine, still in the same soft voice. “A demon with a man’s face. I know how deceptive such monsters can be. Remember, I spared him once myself.”
“Monster?” echoed Clary. She thought of Luke, Luke pushing her on the swings when she was five years old, higher, always higher; Luke at her graduation from middle school, camera clicking away like a proud father’s; Luke sorting through each box of books as it arrived at his store, looking for anything she might like and putting it aside. Luke lifting her up to pull apples down from the trees near his farmhouse. Luke, whose place as her father this man was trying to take. “Luke isn’t a monster,” she said in a voice that matched Valentine’s, steel for steel. “Or a murderer. You are.”
“Clary!” It was Jace.
Clary ignored him. Her eyes were fixed on her father’s cold black ones. “You murdered your wife’s parents, not in battle but in cold blood,” she said. “And I bet you murdered Michael Wayland and his little boy, too. Threw their bones in with my grandparents’ so that my mother would think you and Jace were dead. Put your necklace around Michael Wayland’s neck before you burned him so everyone would think those bones were yours. After all your talk about the untainted blood of the Clave — you didn’t care at all about their blood or their innocence when you killed them, did you? Slaughtering old people and children in cold blood, that’s monstrous.”
― City of Bones
“Monster?” echoed Clary. She thought of Luke, Luke pushing her on the swings when she was five years old, higher, always higher; Luke at her graduation from middle school, camera clicking away like a proud father’s; Luke sorting through each box of books as it arrived at his store, looking for anything she might like and putting it aside. Luke lifting her up to pull apples down from the trees near his farmhouse. Luke, whose place as her father this man was trying to take. “Luke isn’t a monster,” she said in a voice that matched Valentine’s, steel for steel. “Or a murderer. You are.”
“Clary!” It was Jace.
Clary ignored him. Her eyes were fixed on her father’s cold black ones. “You murdered your wife’s parents, not in battle but in cold blood,” she said. “And I bet you murdered Michael Wayland and his little boy, too. Threw their bones in with my grandparents’ so that my mother would think you and Jace were dead. Put your necklace around Michael Wayland’s neck before you burned him so everyone would think those bones were yours. After all your talk about the untainted blood of the Clave — you didn’t care at all about their blood or their innocence when you killed them, did you? Slaughtering old people and children in cold blood, that’s monstrous.”
― City of Bones
![David Eagleman](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1238026723i/2883386._UX200_CR0,33,200,200_.jpg)
“When you arrive in the afterlife, you find that Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley sits on a throne. She is cared for and protected by a covey of angels.
After some questioning, you find out that God's favorite book is Shelley's Frankenstein. He sits up at night with a worn copy of the book clutched in his mighty hands, alternately reading the book and staring reflectively at the night sky.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
After some questioning, you find out that God's favorite book is Shelley's Frankenstein. He sits up at night with a worn copy of the book clutched in his mighty hands, alternately reading the book and staring reflectively at the night sky.”
― Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives
![Iain M. Banks](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1352410520i/5807106._UX200_CR0,25,200,200_.jpg)
“We are a race prone to monsters, she thought, and when we produce one we worship it.”
― Against a Dark Background
― Against a Dark Background
![Nikki Rae](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1524511008i/6751095._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Some monsters disguise themselves so well you don’t realize that they’re monsters until it’s too late. You check all of the usual places: under the bed, in the closet, behind the shower curtain, around that suspicious, dark corner of your room. No, some monsters don’t look like monsters at all. But they are, have been, and always will be there.”
― Sunshine
― Sunshine
![H.G. Wells](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1588944685i/880695._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Their bodies lay flatly on the rocks, and their eyes regarded him with evil interest: but it does not appear that Mr. Fison was afraid, or that he realized that he was in any danger. Possibly his confidence is to be ascribed to the limpness of their attitudes. But he was horrified, of course, and intensely excited and indignant at such revolting creatures preying upon human flesh. He thought they had chanced upon a drowned body. He shouted to them, with the idea of driving them off, and, finding they did not budge, cast about him, picked up a big rounded lump of rock, and flung it at one.
And then, slowly uncoiling their tentacles, they all began moving towards him - creeping at first deliberately, and making a soft purring sound to each other.”
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And then, slowly uncoiling their tentacles, they all began moving towards him - creeping at first deliberately, and making a soft purring sound to each other.”
―
![Elizabeth Newton](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1361923156i/6917542._UY200_CR33,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Sometimes, the only way to solve your problems in life, the only way to conquer your fears, is if you face them. If you face your problems, they just flee. But if you flee instead, run away from them, they only get bigger, and they can totally destroy you.”
― Moon Man
― Moon Man
“How different this world to the one about which I used to read, and in which I used to live! This is one peopled by demons, phantoms, vampires, ghouls, boggarts, and nixies. Names of things of which I knew nothing are now so familiar that the creatures themselves appear to have real existence. The Arabian Nights are not more fantastic than our gospels; and Lempriere would have found ours a more marvelous world to catalog than the classical mythical to which he devoted his learning. Ours is a world of luprachaun and clurichaune, deev and cloolie, and through the maze of mystery I have to thread my painful way, now learning how to distinguish oufe from pooka, and nis from pixy; study long screeds upon the doings of effreets and dwergers, or decipher the dwaul of delirious monks who have made homunculi from refuse. Waking or sleeping, the image of some uncouth form is always present to me. What would I not give for a volume by the once despised 'A. L. O. E' or prosy Emma Worboise? Talk of the troubles of Winifred Bertram or Jane Eyre, what are they to mine? Talented authoresses do not seem to know that however terrible it may be to have as a neighbour a mad woman in a tower, it is much worse to have to live in a kitchen with a crocodile. This elementary fact has escaped the notice of writers of fiction; the re-statement of it has induced me to reconsider my decision as to the most longed-for book; my choice now is the Swiss Family Robinson. In it I have no doubt I should find how to make even the crocodile useful, or how to kill it, which would be still better.
("Mysterious Maisie")”
― Gaslit Nightmares: Stories by Robert W. Chambers, Charles Dickens, Richard Marsh, and Others
("Mysterious Maisie")”
― Gaslit Nightmares: Stories by Robert W. Chambers, Charles Dickens, Richard Marsh, and Others
![Sergei Lukyanenko](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1210975765i/32637._UX200_CR0,11,200,200_.jpg)
“What if it turns out there really are witches and vampires and werewolves living right here alongside us? After all, what better disguise could there be than to get your image enshrined in the culture of the mass media? Anything that's described in artistic terms and shown in the movies stops being frightening and mysterious. For real horror you need the spoken word, you need an old grandpa sitting on a bench, scaring the grandkids in the evening: 'And then the Master of the house came to him and said: "I won't let you go, I'll tie you up and bind you tight and you'll rot under the fallen branches!"' That's the way to make people wary of anomalous phenomena! Kids sense that, you know–it's no wonder they love telling stories about the Black Han and the Coffin on Wheels. But modern literature, and especially the movies, it all just dilutes that instinctive horror. How can you feel afraid of Dracula, if he's been killed a hundred times? How can you be afraid of aliens, if our guys always squelch them? Yes, Hollywood is the great luller of human vigilance. A toast–to the death of Hollywood, for depriving us of a healthy fear of the unknown!”
― Twilight Watch
― Twilight Watch
![Thomm Quackenbush](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1612469586i/4890612._UY200_CR49,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Childhood is this time of magic and monsters; hoping for one and fearing the other... The worst part of being a kid is discovering which one exists... So, I chose to believe in magic.”
― We Shadows
― We Shadows
![Nikki Rae](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1524511008i/6751095._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Monsters can live inside a person. Sometimes, they know about it. More often, they don’t. The monster makes them feel safe, or at the very least, better. As long as you know it’s there, you can co-exist with it. Give it what it wants, and it will return the favor. Other times, the monster takes over.
Bares its teeth.”
― Sunshine
Bares its teeth.”
― Sunshine
![Victor LaValle](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1280959466i/1762294.jpg)
“I’m always looking for the monster. Not even just in horror. I want them in everything. Just give me the monsters. Logical conclusions don’t satisfy. Monsters satisfy, absolutely.”
― Big Machine
― Big Machine
![Alaina Stanford](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1718632342i/6505787._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Jack sprung to his feet out of reach. "I'd prefer to finish this intact. "
"My apologies,” Cabal said, grinning viciously. "l keep forgetting, you're only human." His smile softened to full amusement as Jack raised his sword in challenge.
"Human or not," Jack said as he slowly approached him. "I carry the advantage of unworldly knowledge. "
" Is that what you're doing?" Cabal laughed; "Something unworldly?"
"I have a vast library of knowledge inside my head from my homeland."
"What knowledge could your world offer that would be useful here?"
"How about a toilet?" Jack winked at Nicole.
“Perhaps you should build one and leave us all in awe.” Cabal declared.
“People could call them ‘Jacks’ for short.” Nicole added to the conversation.”
― When Magic Fails
"My apologies,” Cabal said, grinning viciously. "l keep forgetting, you're only human." His smile softened to full amusement as Jack raised his sword in challenge.
"Human or not," Jack said as he slowly approached him. "I carry the advantage of unworldly knowledge. "
" Is that what you're doing?" Cabal laughed; "Something unworldly?"
"I have a vast library of knowledge inside my head from my homeland."
"What knowledge could your world offer that would be useful here?"
"How about a toilet?" Jack winked at Nicole.
“Perhaps you should build one and leave us all in awe.” Cabal declared.
“People could call them ‘Jacks’ for short.” Nicole added to the conversation.”
― When Magic Fails
![Alaina Stanford](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1718632342i/6505787._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Approaching the trail, he broke through the thicket a short distance ahead of the Empath. Causing the Empaths horse to startle as the surprised rider jerked on the reins. Cap was equally surprised to find a young girl before him instead of an older, experienced male Empath. Cap brought his horse to a quick halt. The young girl pulled a small knife from her boot and cautioned him. "I don't know where you came from, but I'm not easy prey.” Her voice shook slightly with fear as she raised the knife.
Not sure how to proceed, they stared silently at each other. Cap had always believed that Empaths didn't carry weapons. This pretty, chestnut haired girl couldn't be more than 18 years old. Her long straight tresses covered the spot on her jacket where the Empathic Emblem was usually worn, causing Cap to doubt she was the one he sought. Not wanting to frighten her any more than he already had, Cap tried to explain. "I'm Commander Caplin Taylor. I’m looking for an Empath that is headed for the Western Hunting Lodge.”
"My name is Kendra; I am the Empath you seek.” She answered cautiously, still holding the blade. A noise from the brush drew her attention as a small rodent pounced out, trying to evade an unseen predator. Cap was just close enough to lurch forward and snatch the dirk from her hand. Her head jerked back in alarm.
"Bosen May has been mauled by a Sraeb, his shoulder is a mass of pulp." Cap spoke quickly not wanting to hesitate any longer.
That was all Kendra needed to hear. She pushed her horse past him and headed quickly down the trail.
"Wait!" Cap called after her, turning his horse around. Reining in the horse, she turned back to face him annoyed by the delay. "Are you a good horseman?" Cap asked, as he stuffed her dirk in his jacket.
"I've been in the saddle since I was a child." She answered, abruptly.
"Okay so just a few years then?" Cap's rebuke angered her. Jerking the horse back toward the trail, she ignored him.
"Wait, I'm sorry!" Cap called after her. "It's just that I know a quicker way, if you can handle some rough terrain."
"Let’s go then." Kendra replied, gruffly, turning back to face him.
Without another word, Cap dove back into the brush and the girl followed.”
― Tempest Rise
Not sure how to proceed, they stared silently at each other. Cap had always believed that Empaths didn't carry weapons. This pretty, chestnut haired girl couldn't be more than 18 years old. Her long straight tresses covered the spot on her jacket where the Empathic Emblem was usually worn, causing Cap to doubt she was the one he sought. Not wanting to frighten her any more than he already had, Cap tried to explain. "I'm Commander Caplin Taylor. I’m looking for an Empath that is headed for the Western Hunting Lodge.”
"My name is Kendra; I am the Empath you seek.” She answered cautiously, still holding the blade. A noise from the brush drew her attention as a small rodent pounced out, trying to evade an unseen predator. Cap was just close enough to lurch forward and snatch the dirk from her hand. Her head jerked back in alarm.
"Bosen May has been mauled by a Sraeb, his shoulder is a mass of pulp." Cap spoke quickly not wanting to hesitate any longer.
That was all Kendra needed to hear. She pushed her horse past him and headed quickly down the trail.
"Wait!" Cap called after her, turning his horse around. Reining in the horse, she turned back to face him annoyed by the delay. "Are you a good horseman?" Cap asked, as he stuffed her dirk in his jacket.
"I've been in the saddle since I was a child." She answered, abruptly.
"Okay so just a few years then?" Cap's rebuke angered her. Jerking the horse back toward the trail, she ignored him.
"Wait, I'm sorry!" Cap called after her. "It's just that I know a quicker way, if you can handle some rough terrain."
"Let’s go then." Kendra replied, gruffly, turning back to face him.
Without another word, Cap dove back into the brush and the girl followed.”
― Tempest Rise
![Richelle E. Goodrich](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1714753927i/5082833._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Monsters excite us in this way or that.
They make our pulse thrum and steal lives from the cat!
They're frightening creatures, one peek and you'll see.
Yet life without monsters, how dull it would be.
Your tense, nervous laugh tells me you disagree?”
― Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
They make our pulse thrum and steal lives from the cat!
They're frightening creatures, one peek and you'll see.
Yet life without monsters, how dull it would be.
Your tense, nervous laugh tells me you disagree?”
― Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
![Kendra C. Highley](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1343530833i/6450754._UX200_CR0,51,200,200_.jpg)
“It was like some mad scientist threw a bunch of DNA into a blender and this is what came out. What the heck could it be? Was it some kind of alien? A scientific experiment gone horribly wrong? Did we have a Dr. Frankenstein living in Billings? Seriously, the creature looked like a resurrected Wookiee made from spare parts.”
― Matt Archer: Monster Hunter
― Matt Archer: Monster Hunter
![K.J. Bishop](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1394787292i/217735._UX200_CR0,25,200,200_.jpg)
“It occurred to Raule that all children were monsters in the world and were instinctively aware of it. They were reminded of their anomalous nature by adults, whom they failed to resemble, and with whose habitations and tools their bodies were at odds. This was surely why the little girl played with the sequins so solemnly and with such intense concentration. She was doing nothing less than conjuring, out of pattern and colour, a world that conformed to her desires and obeyed her will. The boy, on the other hand, showed with the whole attitude of his being that he knew there was only the one world and he would kill it if he could.”
― The Etched City
― The Etched City
![Richelle E. Goodrich](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1714753927i/5082833._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“My world burns severe.
Pockets of sweltering air attack every inch of me exposed, heated by fire spewed forth from the lungs of dragons. For defense I raise a glowing sword that shines by virtue of powers contrary to those I fight against. It is a battle that rages on and on for as long as any man can endure. But there are days I feel I cannot―drained and weary unlike these monsters that lash at me as if sustained by an abiding fervor in their bellies. The battle is harsh and my weapons heavy.
You alone give me hope.
And for that reason only I raise my sword and prepare to push the demons back once again.”
― Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
Pockets of sweltering air attack every inch of me exposed, heated by fire spewed forth from the lungs of dragons. For defense I raise a glowing sword that shines by virtue of powers contrary to those I fight against. It is a battle that rages on and on for as long as any man can endure. But there are days I feel I cannot―drained and weary unlike these monsters that lash at me as if sustained by an abiding fervor in their bellies. The battle is harsh and my weapons heavy.
You alone give me hope.
And for that reason only I raise my sword and prepare to push the demons back once again.”
― Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year
![Nikki Rae](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1524511008i/6751095._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Love doesn’t exist, you see. It’s just another shadowy figure that goes bump in the night.”
― Sunshine
― Sunshine
![M.F. Moonzajer](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1366560117i/7011306.jpg)
“We were still children and residing in the mosque from morning to evening. We were about to turn into monsters.”
―
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![Victor LaValle](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1280959466i/1762294.jpg)
“Human beings are no damn good,” he said. “We are even worse than animals. We like ...”
He trailed off, cleared his throat, but his voice hardly reached a whisper.
“We like monsters,” he said.”
― Big Machine
He trailed off, cleared his throat, but his voice hardly reached a whisper.
“We like monsters,” he said.”
― Big Machine
![Boria Sax](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1301333803i/24834._UX200_CR0,40,200,200_.jpg)
“Monsters’ can help us by giving a tangible form to our secret fears. It is less widely appreciated today that ‘wonders’ such as the unicorn legitimize our hopes. But all imaginary animals, to some degree all animals, are ultimately both monsters and wonders, which assist us by deflecting and absorbing our uncertainties . It is hard to tell ‘imaginary animals’ from symbolic, exemplary, heraldic, stylized, poetic, literary, or stereotypical ones. What is reality? Until we answer that question with confidence, a sharp differentiation between real animals and imaginary ones will remain elusive. There is some yeti in every ape, and a bit of Pegasus in every horse. Men and women are not only part angel and part demon, as the old cliché goes; they are also part centaur, part werewolf, part mandrake, and part sphinx.”
― Imaginary Animals: The Monstrous, the Wondrous and the Human
― Imaginary Animals: The Monstrous, the Wondrous and the Human
![David Chuka](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1364003810i/6872534._UX200_CR0,60,200,200_.jpg)
“Life would be perfect if monster would stop farting.”
― Billy and the Monster who Loved to Fart
― Billy and the Monster who Loved to Fart
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