Ford: I will become immortal.
Buffy: Well, I've got a news flash for you, brain trust. That's not how it works. You die, and a demon sets up shop in your old house, and it walks, and it talks, and it remembers your life, but it's not you.
Buffy: Well, I've got a news flash for you, brain trust. That's not how it works. You die, and a demon sets up shop in your old house, and it walks, and it talks, and it remembers your life, but it's not you.
"You know, they have these stories and these movies — I don't know if they're true — about zombies down in Haiti. In the movies they just sort of shamble along, with their dead eyes starin' straight ahead, real slow and sort of clumsy. Timmy Baterman was like that, Louis, like a zombie in a movie, but he wasn't. There was somethin' more. There was somethin' goin' on behind his eyes, and sometimes you couldn't see it. Somethin' behind his eyes, Louis. Don't think that thinkin' is what I want to call it. I don't know what in the hell I want to call it. It was sly, that was one thing. Like him tellin' Missus Stratton he wanted to cut a rug with her. There was somethin' goin' on in there, Louis, but I don't think it was thinkin' and I don't think it had much — maybe nothing at all — to do with Timmy Baterman. It was more like a... a radio signal that was comin' from somewhere else."
— Jud Crandal, Pet Sematary
"There is a thin, mean world that exists between life and death, a place of grotesque horror, devoid of pity and kindness. The things there prey on transitory souls migrating from here to the hereafter, like salmon spawning upstream. However, they wearied of living off scraps and decided to go straight to the source. They can sense the moment we die, and so schemed to snag a choice body from our world — one dead but comparatively undamaged, cramming it with their surprisingly subtle technologies. My flesh and bones, my marrow and genetic code were rewritten to make me into an engine of creation. My blood became a vehicle designed to infect others — drones, warriors and workers, their sole purpose to construct a corner of that alien environment here on Earth.
I died of a broken heart. I have returned to unmake the world."
I died of a broken heart. I have returned to unmake the world."
— Sorrel, Stone Island
Constantine: I went straight down to the Coopers an' had them lock me in a room with the boy. Called the demon. Ordered it into that smashed, torn little body an' watched it crawl around, sealing up the holes an' rips behind it. Then I gave Harry Cooper his pride and joy back. I legged it. I ran. Not that anyone noticed. So long as Harry had his son, he wasn't gonna go barmy an' start some soddin' holocaust, an' that was all they cared about. But I had to get out. I couldn't stand bein' near the Coopers a second longer, an' I couldn't stand those little five-year-old eyes, borin' into my back like fuckin' laser beams. I was the only one who knew the score. Not Harry or Norman, not even Brendan or Header or Rick the Vic. I know magic's double-dutch to you, mate, but this bit's horribly simple. The control sigil I cut into that thing's soul? Well, a cut on a soul's just like any other one. It scars over. It heals. An' sooner or later, it's gone like it was never there.
Chas: How long?
Constantine: Two or three years at the most.
Chas: But... that means—
Constantine: It's been free to do as it likes for the last twelve years or so, yeah.
Chas: How long?
Constantine: Two or three years at the most.
Chas: But... that means—
Constantine: It's been free to do as it likes for the last twelve years or so, yeah.
— Hellblazer: Son Of Man
And when he swore to bring back his love by stories he'd create
Nightmares shifted in their sleep in the darkness of the lake...
Nightmares shifted in their sleep in the darkness of the lake...
— Old Gods Of Asgard, "The Poet And The Muse", Alan Wake
"You brought your brother back from the dead, and he didn't even say 'fangs'* !"
I was there when Durkon died, and no way does he flip from forgiving me for not saving him to slurping my blood in 90 seconds. People don’t just change who they are in an instant. It doesn’t work like that. It takes time, so you don’t even know you’re changing. Until one day, you’re just a bit different than you used to be and you can’t even tell what the hell happened. ... You can put on the funny accent and play dress-up, but I’m on to you. And FYI: I spent months trapped behind enemy lines where the only things I was allowed to kill were undead. So I’ve gotten pretty good at it, really. What do you say to that?
Belkar, The Order of the Stick
"I dragged his swollen corpse and buried it here, in the central garden. Then I slept for three long days. And on the third day... I heard him pleading for more wives."
