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

Be afraid… Be very afraid.

Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, voices whisper in the trees, ‘Tonight is Halloween!’

There is magic in the night when pumpkins glow by moonlight.

Nothing on Earth so beautiful as the final haul on Halloween night.

The farther we’ve gotten from the magic and mystery of our past, the more we’ve come to need Halloween.

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

Every day is Halloween, isn’t it? For some of us.

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

Don’t watch the clock; do what it does. Keep going.