Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

Magic is really very simple, all you’ve got to do is want something and then let yourself have it.

Have you come to sing pumpkin carols?

Something wicked this way comes.

The dead rise again, bats fly, terror strikes and screams echo, for tonight it’s Halloween.

Darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand.

Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can’t see where it keeps its brain.

On Halloween, witches come true; wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park.

We all go a little mad sometimes.