This witch can be bribed with chocolate.
I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker color.
I love Halloween, and I love that feeling: the cold air, the spooky dangers lurking around the corner.
A grandmother pretends she doesn't know who you are on Halloween.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
Nothing on Earth so beautiful as the final haul on Halloween night.
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.
I'll bet living in a nudist colony takes all the fun out of Halloween.
Every day is Halloween, isn't it? For some of us.
I'm not a real Halloween kind of guy, because Halloween is every day.
Halloween is an opportunity to be really creative.
On Halloween, the parents sent their kids out looking like me.
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.
There is magic in the night when pumpkins glow by moonlight.