Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes

I can scare myself like a pro.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

What scares me is what scares you. We're all afraid of the same things. That's why horror is such a powerful genre. All you have to do is ask yourself what frightens you and you'll know what frightens me.

The horror of it is, every goddamn thing you look at seems pretty scary to me.

Horror and the unknown or the strange are always closely connected so that it is hard to create a convincing picture of shattered natural law or cosmic alienage or 'outsideness' without laying stress on the emotion of fear.

Staring down the barrel of a gun is the scariest thing you could ever experience. It's not funny. It's not for the movies.

If you want a little fear and terror because your life is dull, get a future. Terrifying!

Trav, if you cross us -- " "I know. You'll get me. I'll try not to pee all over myself in terror.

Ignorance is the womb of monsters.

I think what you can’t see is always what you should be frightened of.

Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Who are you?" because even now, she couldn't let her questions go. "What are you?" That face that wasn't a face smiled. It was the most terrible thing she'd ever see, ever. "Magnus" he said. "I'm the end.

It made our hair stand up in panic fear.

His body rigid with terror as he waited for the savages to something horrible to him—bash his head with clubs, or stab him with spears, or… …or tap him on the shoulder.

What frightens you? What makes the hair on your arms rise, your palms sweat, the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged? Is it the dark? A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, ghosts and goblins and witches hiding in the shadows? Is it the way the wind picks up just before a storm, the hint of wet in the air that makes you want to scurry home to the safety of your fire? Or is it something deeper, something much more frightening, a monster deep inside that you've glimpsed only in pieces, the vast unknown of your own soul where secrets gather with a terrible power, the dark inside?

...it is easy not to believe in monsters, considerably more difficult to escape their dread and loathsome clutches.

It was the first time that I came face to face with madness and feared it and was fascinated by it.

Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?

Why are you smiling?' 'I'm relieved,' I said honestly. 'I was worried I'd given myself cadmium poisoning, or I had some mysterious disease. This is just someone trying to kill me.

I am the shadow on the moon at night/Filling your dreams to the brim with fright.

There were so many levels to the unknown, from safe to dangerous to outright nebulous, scariest of all.

anytime you catch folks lying, they scared of something!

A bubble of fear passes up my spine. It's the feeling of standing on ice and suddenly hearing it crack under your weight - both thrilling and terrifying together.

For the night is dark and full of terrors.