Halloween Quotes

“He looked a bit more confused by Stevie and David, but nodded politely. “I’m a watch ad,” David said. “She’s a hipster grandpa. Together, we solve crime.”
― Maureen Johnson, The Vanishing Stair

“Halloween is a celebration of the inversion of reality and a necessary Gothic hat-tip to the darker aspects of life, death and ourselves.”
― Stewart Stafford

“It stood in the middle of a vast yard behind the terribly strange house. And this tree rose up some one hundred feet in the air, taller than the high roofs and full and round and well branched, and covered all over with rich assortments of red and brown and yellow autumn leaves.
"But," whispered Tom, "oh, look. What's up in that tree!"
For the Tree was hung with a variety of pumpkins of every shape and size and a number of tints and hues of smoky yellow or bright orange."
"A pumpkin tree," someone said.
"No," said Tom.
The wind blew among the high branches and tossed their bright burdens, softly.
"A Halloween Tree," said Tom.
And he was right.”
― Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree

“My stubborn little witch,” he said softly. “Don’t believe for a clockwork minute that you are unlovable. If I were a mortal, a man not doomed to walk the earth as a haunted specter, I would be the first suitor in line. Please believe that.”
She hiccupped. “You… you’d want to court me?”
Jack laughed. “Court you? I’d follow you around like Finney and stare at you all moony-eyed. I’d spend my days fending off your other would-be suitors, my evenings charming Flossie, and my nights stealing kisses at your window.”
― Colleen Houck, The Lantern's Ember

“When I look at a pumpkin muffin, I see the brilliant orange glow of a sugar maple in its full autumnal glory. I see the crisp blue sky of October, so clear and restorative and reassuring. I see hayrides, and I feel Halloween just around the corner, kids dressed up in homemade costumes, bobbing for apples and awaiting trick or treat. I think of children dressed as Pilgrims in a pre-school parade, or a Thanksgiving feast, the bounty of harvest foods burdening a table with its goodness. I picture pumpkins at a farmer's market, piled happy and high, awaiting a new home where children will carve them into scary faces or mothers will bake them into a pie or stew.”
― Jenny Gardiner, Slim to None

“Could America go as a united country for Halloween this year?”
― Carmine Savastano

“For a witch, you certainly don’t know much about how hauntings work.”
― Colleen Houck, The Lantern's Ember

“And yet there is something oddly attractive about the crowded shop window with its piles of boxes and tins, and its Hallowe'en witches in darkest chocolate and colored straw, and plump marzipan pumpkins and maple-candy skulls just glimpsed beneath the half-closed shutter.
There was a scent too- a smoky scent of apples and burnt sugar, vanilla and rum and cardamom and chocolate.”
― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow

“Silly little monster” all would say.
They’d scratch its head and turn away
until it snatched their tiny noses.
They couldn’t even smell the roses!
Ever after, every child
dreaded monsters, fierce or mild.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Slaying Dragons: Quotes, Poetry, & a Few Short Stories for Every Day of the Year

“If it means battling the armies of Hades,
I will fight to the death for you.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse

“In the old days (not so old, I remind myself) there would have been a celebration last night. All Hallows' Eve: a magical time; a time of secrets and of mysteries; of sachets to be sewn in red silk and hung around the house to ward off evil; of scattered salt and spiced wine and honey cakes left on the sill; of pumpkin, apples, firecrackers, and the scent of pine and woodsmoke as autumn turns and old winter takes the stage. There would have been songs and dancing round the bonfire; Anouk in greasepaint and black feathers, flitting from door to door with Pantoufle at her heels, and Rosette with her lantern and her own totem- with orange fur to match her hair- prancing and preening in her wake.”
― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow

“Magunk is játszottunk a halállal, meghaltunk betegségben, megöltek a rablók, és nagy gyönyörűséggel fulladtunk a vízbe fürdés közben. Ősszel, halottak napja körül, a nagyobb fiúk fehér lepedőbe burkolóztak, kivájt tökbe gyertyát gyújtottak; amely a kivágott szem- és szájüregen át kísértetiesen világított, ezt tették a fejükre, és így, halál képében lépegettek a sötétbenaz ablakokhoz, a beszélgető emberekhez, vagy megállottak a nyitott ajtók előtt. Volt sikoltozás és rémület, noha a legkisebbeket kivéve mindenki tudta, hogy mi ez a kísértetjárás, mégis kellemesen borzongtunk, rémüldöztünk, nevettünk és féltünk.”
― Alaine Polcz, Meghalok én is?

“Pennywise the Dancing Clown is every menacing figure you see. But the ones who float, in this apt soliloquy, look mighty similar to me. I don't think we're all Georgie.”
― A.K. Kuykendall

“The Phantastic Phantasms by Stewart Stafford

Halloween Henry sitting on top of a pumpkin he made

Eyes are ablaze

Morbid Melissa breastfeeding strychnine to all of the babes

Her smile never fades

Don’t you see that darkness creeping?

It’s a nightmare without sleeping

Trick-or-Treat Trevor knocking on doors with no head to display

It’s his headless way

Emmet The Clownface

Haunting the grounds of an old children’s school

He’s nobody’s ghoul

On a carpet of Autumn leaves

They’re around every All Hallow’s Eve

Sam O’Terry counting the bones of his earthly remains

None of them lame

Simon-Whose-Head-Hurts taking his 920th overdose

Chemically verbose

They will always do their worst

On October the 31st

©Stewart Stafford, 2018. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“I thought of the words the old witch had used to summon the sword on previous occasions. While stepping backwards with the intent of putting the table between Thaddeus and myself, I voiced the spell aloud.

“Grim dettarias, ee Duvalla swen areir!”

My trusted weapon appeared from out of nowhere, the hilt grasped tight within my fingers. Without delay, I pointed the tip of the blade at my enemy.

“Move away from the door and let me leave this place.”

“Oh, Catherine…”

“Don’t breathe that wicked name again!” I angrily ordered. Thaddeus closed his mouth, and his eyes scrunched the slightest bit, never shifting from me.

“I’ll cut out your tongue if you mutter that awful name one more time,” I threatened. I interpreted his frown as a sign that he believed I would make every effort to carry out that threat.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse

“Years of strengthening my independence, perhaps believing on some level that my fate was to be forever solitary, had made me a strong and capable woman. I feared change. But did marriage demand a drastic change in my nature? No. Why should it? Strength of character wasn’t a flaw or an enemy to marital happiness. Yet I feared becoming a different person—a vulnerable, reliant, weaker person. Dompier had insisted change had already occurred in me to some degree. I did in fact feel susceptible emotionally around Thaddeus and yet without a total loss of myself. Is this what love did to people? Disarmed them with lures of peace and happiness? But if peace and happiness and companionship were indeed to be the outcome, why fight it?”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse

“I swallowed back a wave of concern as her focus jumped from my face to the indigo jewel at my chest. The blue light in the heart of the jewel glowed only faintly. A yank on the braided chain made me lurch forward and I heard Vada cry out in pain. When I looked, the vampiress was cupping her hand as if it hurt. I then understood what happened: she had attempted to grab the enchanted gemstone and it shocked her in the process. I flashed an accusatory glare at Vallatrece.

“Do you mean to steal from me?”

“Apparently no. It seems the stone has chosen you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“Well, it’s mine—that I do know. You can’t take it from me. No one can.”

“How many have tried?”

I refused an answer to the question. My silence was undaunting.

“Where did you get that pretty trinket anyway? Who gave it to you?”

“No one gave it to me; I found it.”

Vallatrece scrunched up her face, communicating that she didn’t believe me.

“And now that I have it,” I continued, “I no longer require your services.”

“You no longer require my services? Is that so?” Again, her cheeks dimpled with amusement at my words.

“Yes, it is so.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, The Tarishe Curse

“It was in the fall of 1986 that I first saw the devil on the streets of Detroit. We were introduced by a friend who works for a local radio station. “Spend the evening before Halloween with me and I'll show you something you've never seen before,” he promised. "People try to burn down their own neighborhoods. They call it Devil's Night.”
― Ze'ev Chafets, Devil's Night: And Other True Tales of Detroit

“I turned my bedroom into a bat-cave of band posters, dark curtains, and the occasional skull. I think by now my distraught parents were seeking advice from their pastor. Andy, meanwhile, calmly remarked, “I like how you’ve found a way to use Halloween decorations year-round.”
― Molly Ringle, All the Better Part of Me

“Halloween is the only time people can become what they want to be without getting fired.”
― Sylvester Stallone

“My friend Chuck was supposed to help me coach the team. But he told Miss Curdy he had an after-school job. Do you know what his after-school job is? Going home and watching TV. - Steve Boswell”
― R.L. Stine, The Haunted Mask II

“I don't want to give up my prime position over here by the cookies," she shouted back.
"Are they good? The cookies?"
"They're great!" This was the loudest conversation Rosie had ever had about cookies. "Really good, tight crumb structure. You can tell the butter is high quality. And each cookie is so consistent. And the piping!" She picked up another one, aware that she'd already eaten way too many of them but was probably about to eat another. "The piping on the front is beautiful, but the frosting still tastes good."
"Thank you." He grinned.
"Did you make these?" Rosie asked, surprised.
"Yeah! I love Halloween."
"You love Halloween."
Rosie couldn't believe he'd made all of these. Firstly, they were so identical, they looked like they'd been made by a machine. But what she really couldn't believe was that Bodie Tal was exhibiting the same level of Halloween enthusiasm that Owen had abandoned several years ago because he'd decided he was too old for it.
"Halloween is the best holiday ever. Costumes? Sugar? The sick orange-and-black color scheme? What's not to like?"
Rosie laughed as he reached over her to grab a cookie and took a bite. She could smell his aftershave, again. She took half a step back.
"Do you think they're too salty?" he asked, chewing.
"No, the salt cuts the butter. You need it to balance the richness. You did it perfectly, actually.”
― Stephanie Kate Strohm, Love à la Mode

“The whole spirit of Hallowe'en is, of course, one of "spooky" gayety and light-hearted ghastliness. Witches and ghosts run riot; corpses dance and black cats howl. "More work for the undertaker" should be the leitmotif of the evening's fun.”
― Donald Ogden Stewart, Perfect Behavior

“Behind me, Mom busily cleaned out the refrigerator, making room for the groceries Dad was out buying. I was dying to tell her about the scary mask. I wanted to show it to her. Maybe put it on and make her scream.
But I knew she’d ask too many questions about where I bought it, and how much it cost, and how much of my allowance I used up to pay for it.
All questions I couldn’t answer.”
― R.L. Stine, The Haunted Mask II

“If you're having trouble with the concept of ghosts, then you're in for a very long evening.”
― Kevin Purdy, The Legend of Decimus Croome: A Halloween Carol

“Do you remember the part in our wedding vows about 'Until death do we part?'
Consider this a bonus round.”
― Kevin Purdy, The Legend of Decimus Croome: A Halloween Carol

“Ghotes? Vosts?” Heldra suggested. “What should we call ghost voting?”

“We shouldn’t be calling it anything,” Ari said, dropping into a chair in frustration and pulling at her hair. “It shouldn’t be happening.”
― Camryn Daytona, The Last King of the Mountain

“But no matter where I ran to or how loud I played the music, I could still hear a low chuckling coming from the thing on our front step.”
― C.V. Hunt, Halloween Fiend

“Perhaps it was the eerie shriek of the motion detector, but the hairs on the back of her neck were suddenly standing on end. Something in the atmosphere had shifted. The air was a little too tense, too cold, and too still. So very still. A chilling and invisible presence filled the room, and at that moment, there was no doubt in Kate’s mind.
The séance had worked.”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Between Worlds

“That was my costume for the past five years.
A hobo. Actually, it wasn’t much of a costume. I wore one of Dad’s baggy old suits with patches on the pants. Mom rubbed charcoal on my face to make me look dirty. And I carried a knapsack on a fishing pole over my shoulder.
Bor-ring!”
― R.L. Stine, The Haunted Mask II