Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a slightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat.
Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, voices whisper in the trees, ‘Tonight is Halloween!’
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
I love Halloween, and I love that feeling: the cold air, the spooky dangers lurking around the corner.
The farther we’ve gotten from the magic and mystery of our past, the more we’ve come to need Halloween.
Nothing on Earth so beautiful as the final haul on Halloween night.
On Halloween you get to become anything that you want to be.
Every day is Halloween, isn’t it? For some of us.
It’s Halloween; everyone’s entitled to one good scare.
When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, may luck be yours on Halloween.
