Best Werewolf Quotes 2021

Never moon a werewolf.

I think we all have to fight the werewolf within us somehow.

I saw a Werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand

Clearly any film company that makes a film is always going to talk about sequels particularly if they see something as being successful, which Werewolf was.

The werewolf is neither man nor wolf, but a satanic creature with the worst qualities of both.

I’m a werewolf, not a golden retriever.

I wanted to be an author as far back as I can remember, mixed with occasional bouts of wanting to be a werewolf when I grew up. But mostly, when I daydreamed, it was about being an author.

The three “F”s of being a werewolf, Feeding, Fighting, and…Reproduction

Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there’s no such things as ghosts.

I had a werewolf morning. Awoke with a rum hangover, imagined blood on the walls, and prayed to god it was mine.

You know,” he said, “every time a vampire says he doesn’t believe in lycanthropes, a werewolf bursts into flames.

If you were to send a werewolf to the moon, would he be a werewolf permanently?

He’s a werewolf! That’s why he’s been missing classes!

One time I completely thought I’d turned into a werewolf and was sure I could see hairs sprouting from my face. At those times I’d suddenly go very quiet and not talk to anyone, stunned from the developments, being a werewolf and all.

Werewolves are much more common animals than you might think.

Vampires, werewolves, fallen angels and fairies lurk in the shadows, their intentions far from honorable.

I saw a werewolf drinking a pina colada at Trader Vic’s. His hair was perfect.

Did you like question ten, Moony?” asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall. “Loved it,” said Lupin briskly. “Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question.” “D’you think you managed to get all the signs?” said James in tones of mock concern. “Think I did,” said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. “One: He’s sitting on my chair. Two: He’s wearing my clothes. Three: His name’s Remus Lupin.

Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don’t-even-blink wench.

A Boat O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival and he started crying when he saw the Ferris wheel. Electric green and red tears flowed down his furry cheeks. He looked like a boat out on the dark water.

Werewolves? Oh please, just plain stupid. Who wants to get it on with a man ruled by his inner dog?

…what was the good of being a movie werewolf? You howled at the moon; you couldn’t remember what you did, and then somebody shot you.

I think there’s an innate sexuality that is attached to vampires and werewolves. It’s passionate and sexual, undeniably so.

Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.

I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had.

What comes to your mind when you think of the word Transylvania, if you ponder it at all? What comes to my mind are mountains of savage beauty, ancient castles, werewolves, and witches – a land of magical obscurity. How, in short, am I to believe I will still be in Europe, on entering such a realm? I shall let you know if it’s Europe or fairyland, when I get there. First, Snagov – I set out tomorrow.

VAMPIRES I see things you can’t see WEREWOLVES I find things that hunt you FAERIES I am your protector SHAPESHIFTERS But even I can’t protect you now.

Whether you’re a vampire or werewolf, love is still love. Betrayal is still betrayal.

I wouldn’t tell anyone to study werewolves – I studied wolves, how they moved, their tendencies and sensibilities.

I imagined calling in to my own radio show: Yeah hi, I’m a werewolf, and I’m stuck in a cabin in the woods with another werewolf and a werewolf hunter.

Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to.

What if it turns out there really are witches and vampires and werewolves living right here alongside us? After all, what better disguise could there be than to get your image enshrined in the culture of the mass media? Anything that’s described in artistic terms and shown in the movies stops being frightening and mysterious. For real horror you need the spoken word, you need an old grandpa sitting on a bench, scaring the grandkids in the evening.

We kids feared many things in those days – werewolves, dentists, North Koreans, Sunday School – but they all paled in comparison with Brussels sprouts.

I don’t think we have enough imaginary creatures in cinema. It seems like we’re stuck with zombies, vampires, and werewolves. We should have everything. We should have minotaurs. We should have elves. We should have mermen in popular culture. But instead we’ve stuck with vampires.

Sometimes the scariest things in life aren’t the Vampires and the Werewolves, sometimes there are things even God doesn’t want to know about. Which is why he created the Devil’s Roses.

I was just a kid selling monster stories to the kids in the projects, complete with a dramatic reading, making the werewolf sounds. My career was aborted early on because one of my main customers started to have nightmares and his mother came to my mother and my mother shut down my whole business.

Nudity was an inconvenient but unavoidable part of pack life. We’�d all thought nothing of it before Leah came along. Then it got awkward. – Jacob Black

(Raven) “Makes me think of werewolves. Do you think a man can change into an animal?” (Alexander) “If he’s with the right girl.

Can I ask you a question? You know with vampires and werewolves and goblins and things, is there any mythological creature that doesn’t actually exist?” “Of course,” he replied. “The unicorn and the leprechaun would be would be the two main ones. The Loch Ness Monster isn’t real, either, that’s just someone called Bert.

What is it with you and the Wizard of Oz references? Zombies and werewolves and vamps, oh my. Zombies and werewolves and…

I believe that. But I want you to know something — when it comes to all this enemies nonsense, I’m out. I am a neutral country. I am Switzerland. I refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures. Jacob is family. You are . . . well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence. I don’t care who’s a werewolf and who’s a vampire. If Angela turns out to be a witch, she can join the party, too.

It’s Halloween! It’s Halloween!
The moon is full and bright
And we shall see what can’t be seen
On any other night.
Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls,
Grinning goblins fighting duels
Werewolves rising from their tombs,
Witches on their magic brooms
In masks and gown we haunt the street
And knock on doors for trick or treat
Tonight we are the king and queen,
For oh tonight it’s Halloween!

Bitten? You mean you’re a-” “A werewolf,” said the girl. “Like everyone else here. Except you, and the asshole. And the asshole’s sister.

I think American Werewolf in London is the greatest werewolf movie of all time.

So you are a vampire.” “I most certainly am not.” He looked annoyed. “That’s such a common phrase, such a cliche, and so unflattering. I suppose you believe in werewolves and aliens too. I blame television.

A criminal trial is like a cultural in-flight test in which society projects its own history, fears, impatience, insolence, clemency, insecurities, dreams and nightmares upon facts. … What’s inside is every fairy-tale monster, a brutal ogre, a bloodthirsty werewolf, an elegant vampire, a scheming devil, a bullying giant, a sneering troll, or maybe just an abusive stepfather.

The zombie threat is made worse by the fact that their victims then turn into the creature that attacked them. This too is similar to other monsters (werewolves and vampires) and also similar to the sub-genre of infection/plague films. In the case of zombies, however, this may carry a greater sense of dread and revulsion: vampires and werewolves can be seen as desirable, potent, intelligent, virile creatures whom one might like — in some way at least — to become; a mindless ghoul condemned to wander aimlessly across an empty, ruined earth seems much less attractive.

I don’t know why one author writes westerns while another writes detective novels. You don’t know why. You go where the intensity is. I feel most comfortable writing about monsters. It’s possible that I feel like a monster myself. Or maybe it’s because we all have a monster inside of us, a vampire, a ghost, a witch or a werewolf. You do it because it works and it feels really right and authentic.

And thus Charles found himself wandering around a hotel, trailing federal agents as he held a cardboard coffee cup holder in each hand, instead of out killing misbehaving werewolves.

Have you been smoking something? Seriously, I think you’re a werewolf. This new snarky attitude is a dead giveaway.” “And vampires aren’t snarky?” Kylie rolled her eyes. “No, we’re pissy. Snarky and pissy are two totally different things.