I love Halloween, and I love that feeling: the cold air, the spooky dangers lurking around the corner.
Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees, 'Tonight is Halloween!'
I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion.
The farther we've gotten from the magic and mystery of our past, the more we've come to need Halloween.
Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a slightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat.
Being in a band you can wear whatever you want—it's like an excuse for Halloween every day.
When witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, 'tis near Halloween.