I put a spell on you because you’re mine.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a slightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat.

Tis the night—the night of the grave’s delight, and the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without, the wild winds shout, but no, it is they—it is they.

By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color.

When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, may luck be yours on Halloween.

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

It’s Halloween; everyone’s entitled to one good scare.

I love Halloween, and I love that feeling: the cold air, the spooky dangers lurking around the corner.