There is magic in the night when pumpkins glow by moonlight.
Some people are born for Halloween, and some are just counting the days until Christmas.
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Werewolves howl. Phantoms prowl. Halloween's upon us now.
Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
Sticky fingers, tired feet; one last house, 'trick or treat!'
I love Halloween, and I love that feeling: the cold air, the spooky dangers lurking around the corner.
On Halloween, the parents sent their kids out looking like me.
When witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, 'tis near Halloween.
When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, may luck be yours on Halloween.
I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.
There is nothing that gives more assurance than a mask.
Halloween is an opportunity to be really creative.
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!'
Every day is Halloween, isn't it? For some of us.
Halloween was confusing. All my life my parents said, 'Never take candy from strangers.' And then they dressed me up and said, 'Go beg for it.'
I put a spell on you because you're mine.
Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a slightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat.