[Horror fiction] shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.

Horror fiction shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.

Dorothea: "What the fuck are you?"

Nix: "A man who wanted to be a God...then changed his mind.

Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.

Whale was gay, I'm gay; Whale was English, I'm English. Whale made some horror movies, and I've made some horror movies. It seemed as if I should be helping to tell this story.

Here is a list of terrible things,
The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings
The rabid bite of the dogs of war,
The voice of one who went before,
But most of all the mirror's gaze,
Which counts us out our numbered days.