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

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.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

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

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

Be afraid… Be very afraid.

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

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

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