Music
Riders on The Storm - by The Doors
Where The Wild Roses Grow - by Nick Cave, Kylie Minogue
Where Did You Sleep Last Night - by Leadbelly
Animations
Films
Mary Shelley's Frankenstein (1994)
Out of hundreds of Frankenstein movies ever been made, Mary Shelley's Frankenstein is one of the recent cinematic rendition that makes the story coming alive again. Kenneth Branagh was not only a fantastic theatrical actor but also a brilliant director. His film direction in this movie was very impressive. Characters driven. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109836/
Grindhouse
A machine gun legged go-go dancer named Cherry became a zombie slashing heroine. Can't get any sexier than that. http://www.grindhousemovie.net/home.html
Psycho
Literature
1. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." - William Shakespeare, The Tempest
2. "I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him." - Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart
3. "The Valley of Unrest" - Edgar Allan Poe (1845)
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless --
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye --
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave: -- from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep: -- from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless --
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye --
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave: -- from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep: -- from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
4. When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, "Why god? Why me?" and the thundering voice of God answered, "There's just something about you that pisses me off." - Stephen King
5. "Maybe I did it because kids need to know that sometimes dead is better. " - Stephen King, Pet Cometary
6. "For never, never, wicked man was wise." - Homer, The Odyssey
7. "For every life and every act
Consequence of good and evil can be shown.
And as in time results of many deeds are blended
So good and evil in the end become confounded."
- T. S. ELIOT, Murder in the Cathedral
