"I’m interested in the Gothic novel because it’s very much a woman’s form. Why is there such a wide readership for books that essentially say, ‘Your husband is trying to kill you’?"

"Terror ... often arises from a pervasive sense of disestablishment; that things are in the unmaking."

"I wants to make your flesh creep."

"This was the shocking thing; that the slime of the pit seemed to utter cries and voices; that the amorphous dust gesticulated and sinned; that what was dead, and had no shape, should usurp the offices of life. And this again, that that insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife, closer than an eye; lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mutter and felt it struggle to be born; and at every hour of weakness, and in the confidence of slumber, prevailed against him, and deposed him out of life."

"Something is rotten in the state of Denmark."

"I have heard that something very shocking indeed, will soon come out in London."

"Do you think she can see us, talking to one another now? Do you think the dead come back and watch the living?"

"Last night I saw upon the stair A little man who wasn’t there He wasn’t there again today Oh, how I wish he’d go away..."

"The great horror stories of the 19th century—starting with Radcliffe, then entering the popular bloodstream with Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, Robert Louis Stevenson’s The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1886), Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1897) and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s The Hound of the Baskervilles (1901)—represent the most significant contribution by British writers of the past century to the mass culture of this one."

"The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door."

"O horror, horror, horror! Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!"

"But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes like stars start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combinèd locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end Like quills upon the fretful porpentine."

"’Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on."

"Every drop of ink in my pen ran cold."

"Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play’d Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, Then all afire with me: the King’s son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring—then like reeds, not hair— Was the first man that leapt; cried “Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.”"

"Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble."

"Charming as were all Mrs. Radcliffe’s works, and charming even as were the works of all her imitators, it was not in them perhaps that human nature, at least in the Midland counties of England, was to be looked for. Of the Alps and Pyrenees, with their pine forests and their vices, they might give a faithful delineation; and Italy, Switzerland, and the south of France might be as fruitful in horrors as they were there represented. Catherine dared not doubt beyond her own country, and even of that, if hard pressed, would have yielded the northern and western extremities. But in the central part of England there was surely some security for the existence even of a wife not beloved, in the laws of the land, and the manners of the age. Murder was not tolerated, servants were not slaves, and neither poison nor sleeping potions to be procured, like rhubarb, from every druggist."

"The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination, made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as a living thing by pain, danced like some foul puppet on a stand and grinned through moving masks."

"Smells of dirt and wet and long-gone vegetables would merge into one unmistakable ineluctable smell, the smell of the monster, the apotheosis of all monsters. It was the smell of something for which he had no name: the small of It, crouched and lurking and ready to spring. A creature which would eat anything but was especially hungry for boymeat."

"“I swear it on my own mother’s grave.” “Does she have a grave?“ asked Coraline. “Oh yes,” said the other mother. “I put her in there myself. And when I found her trying to crawl, I put her back.”"

"The games and the books should be considered to be separate continuities, even if they do share many familiar elements. So yes, the book is canon, just as the games are. That doesn't mean that they are intended to fit together like two puzzle pieces. [...] The book is a re-imagining of the Five Nights at Freddy's story, and if you go into it with that mindset, I think you will really enjoy it but is sadly not canon so the book is in a au."

"Maybe they're journalists. You're still a mystery. They could be after you."

"Those men they're following me."

"I think we should separate."

"Scarlett: It was OK."

"It's crazy, someone wouldn't blow up a restaurant to stop me meeting them."

"I thought we could go to the Peak."

"Did you see him? That boy who went past?"

"Someone said they screwed up the voting slips. The wrong man won the election."

"It's a Chinese restaurant."

"Justin: You must be tired. Never mind. I'll see you through to the other side. Is this your first time in Hong Kong?"

"The Librarian: I'm afraid not."

"The Librarian: Scarlett Adams? Scarlett Adams? You mean... Scar. Yes. She most certainly has been here. But not for a long time. And she's not here now."

"Justin: Did you have a good flight?"

"Scarlett: Yes."

"Justin: You're going to love it here!"

"The Librarian: I think we have. You are Matthew Freeman. At least, that's the name you call yourself. You're one of the Gatekeepers. The first of them, in fact."

"Matt: (surprised) What is this place?"

"Matt: Do you have a name?"

"Matt: (nods)"

"Pedro: (suspicious) Why does he come, like a thief in the middle of the night?"

"Richard: We can ask him to come back in the morning."

"Ramon: I will show you when I am inside. Please, it is not safe for me out here."

"The Librarian: Can I help you?"

"The Librarian: (equally surprised) This is the great Library. And it's very good to see you again!"

"Matt: We've never met..."

"Did you see that man?"

"I'm not sure."

"Matt: Do you know where I can find her?"

"Professor Chambers: Where have you come from?"