Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story.
There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch.
I don’t know that there are real ghosts and goblins, but there are always more trick-or-treaters than neighborhood kids.
A grandmother pretends she doesn’t know who you are on Halloween.
There is nothing that gives more assurance than a mask.