“I don't understand it, but every horror film is huge. I would consider one, but I don't know if my heart would be in it.” IfsKnowsHeartWould BeFilmHugeMy HeartHorrorHorror Film Author:Roselyn Sanchez
“Well it's been about 100 years and every attempt at a comics writers' union has failed miserably. There is, sadly, a long history of short-term thinking and self-destructive behavior among my fellow comic book creators. No matter how many horror stories they have heard they won't even go so far as to hire themselves a lawyer when they need it. It breaks my heart. I am a very proud union member of the Writers Guild. And I can't imagine my fellow comic creators being able to pull something like this together.” ThinkingNeedsYearsWellsHeartLongI CanBookSelfMatterStoriesAbleTogetherTermBreakImagineHeardProudMy HeartHorrorMembersBehaviorFellowsUnionsCreatorLawyerComicDestructiveComic BookShort TermSelf DestructiveBreaking My HeartHorror StoriesGuildsSelf Destructive BehaviorDestructive BehaviorShort Term Thinking Author:Brian Michael Bendis
“I simply cannot fathom the horrors of being enslaved, and the thought that children are ripped apart from their families and used year in and out for sex and hard labor under the threat of violence and death breaks my heart.” YearsHeartChildrenHardUsedSexBreakViolenceMy HeartHorrorLaborThreatRippedFathomBreaking My Heart Author:Gillian Anderson
“Some of my fondest and most impressionable movie memories are from those early sci-fi and horror films. I've always been a Dracula/vampire aficionado, being half-Romanian myself. Dracula has always been close to my heart - in fact, I have a first edition of Bram Stoker's book. I read it over and over again as a young kid.” HeartBookKidsFilmMemoriesMy HeartHorrorVampireHorror FilmImpressionable Author:Ray Wise
“Even as a child I felt in my heart two opposite emotions: the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.” HeartChildrenTwoFeelingsLiteratureFeltMy HeartHorrorEcstasyContradictorySmall Child Author:Charles Baudelaire
“EVERYONE suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom, Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark-green fields; on—on—and out of sight. Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted; And beauty came like the setting sun: My heart was shaken with tears; and horror Drifted away ... O, but Everyone Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.” HeartDoneSongVoiceDarkWhiteSunFieldsTearsMy HeartHorrorSingingBirdSightGreenFilledDelightSettingSettingsOrchardGreen Fields Author:Siegfried Sassoon