Top 100 Brom Quotes (2026 Update)
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51. “And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.”

— Brom

52. “A hard grimace set on Abitha’s face. “If it is a witch they want,” she hissed, “then a witch they shall have.”

— Brom

53. “Santa Claus ran his finger across the rough parchment, lightly tracing the inscription below. “Charity unto others brings its own reward,” he whispered.”

— Brom

54. “Krampus found me, forced me into servitude – me, the son of Odin, a slave to a low-cast demon. I did not care, did not feel. Hollow of heart and soul, I came to believe this to be my fate, my penance, that I had been spared to bear torment not just for my own vanity and arrogance, but for that of all my forebears.”

— Brom

55. “You are not made out of needs, you are made out of your dreams and desires.”

— Brom

56. “Your dreams are your spirit, your soul and without them your are dead. You must guard your dreams always. Always. Lest someone steal them away from you. I know what it is to have your dreams stolen. I know what it is to be dead. Guard your dreams. Always guard your dreams.”

— Brom

57. “She called to them: the cicadas, the moths, the beetles, and fireflies, the little gnats and mosquitos, the thousands and thousands of little mosquitos. And they responded, their tiny voices swelling, coming together like a song, filling the woods with their melody as they flew to her, swarming and swirling together like a growing storm cloud.”

— Brom

58. “Abitha could see that these people believed, truly believed, that they were doing God’s work here this day. And there was something about these people that horrified Abitha even worse than those whose faces were lined with cruelty. As at least cruelty was a thing that could be pointed out, confronted. But this belief, this absolute conviction that this evil they were doing was good, was God’s work – how, she wondered, how could such a dark conviction ever be overcome?”

— Brom

59. “The towering trees grew ever denser as she went, leaning in on her from either side, blocking out the sun – a twisted tunnel of branches and leaves and gnarled roots that felt ready to swallow her at any moment.”

— Brom

60. “I am not Abitha. Abitha was murdered. I am the witch, and the witch cares not for your tears.”

— Brom

61. “Then let us go and be terrible.”

— Brom

62. “There will never be an end to suffering. You do what you can, only what you can. Peace comes from knowing you helped those that you could.”

— Brom

63. “Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.”

— Brom

64. “Silly man, no one is asking you to denounce anyone. Only to open your heart. To invite them all into your house.”

— Brom

65. “That is not what you want, that is what you need. You are not made out of needs, you are made out of your dreams and desires.”

— Brom

66. “But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured in the name of God. What had happened to these people?”

— Brom

67. “Hey!” the kid screamed. “Hey, you can’t do that!” He stood up and when he did, Santa snatched the bicycle out from under him. He lifted the bike over his head and chucked it down the hill.”

— Brom

68. “Abitha laughed loud and hard, realized it was more than this bawdy song, it was being able to let her hair down, to be her vulgar, sassy self in front of someone again, even if that someone might be the Devil himself.”

— Brom

69. “Just be careful what you say. Don’t upset him.” “You mean the Grumpus guy?” “It’s Krampus.” “Just who’s this –.”

— Brom

70. “Makwa, my bravest warrior.” His words were earnest and measured. “The great spirits call. It is time for you to go to them, to be honored for your loyalty and bravery. Mishe Moneto has gathered all your great fathers and they all await you with a magnificent feast. Go to them with your chin held high. Take your rightful place.”

— Brom

71. “Why does her mother not ask the Christ God to heal her child?” “She has. We all have. Many, many, prayers.” “And this Christ God does nothing?” Abitha shrugged. “We shall see. Sometimes God helps, sometimes He does not.” Samson shook his head. “They need a better god.”

— Brom

72. “I have no choice,” she whispered, almost pleading. “You understand? My soul will never be at peace, not so long as such evil as these men walk the earth.”

— Brom

73. “Stop your weeping. Grief is for the dead.”

— Brom

74. “Two eyes for an eye.”

— Brom

75. “You killed my Booka,” she hissed. “I loved my Booka.”

— Brom

76. “So I must ask myself, what role can I play in a world where men worship the moving-picture box, where they make and consume potions that eat away their own brains, where they ravage and pillage entire mountains, kill the very earth itself? “Mankind has lost its connection to the land, to the earth, to the beasts and spirits. They gather their food not from the forest and fields, but from plastic bins and ice boxes.”

— Brom

77. “What does your god say?” “He says many good things. But it can all become a bit confusing. Such as how is it that God allows the Devil to harry people so.” “You speak often of gods and devils. What is the difference?” “That’s easy,” Abitha said. “Gods are benevolent, looking over their flock in return for their devotion. Devils vex and torment.” “And what if it is not that simple?” Samson asked. “Can a god be both slayer and shepherd? Reward and vex? Does your god only do good?”

— Brom

78. “All the eyes, all the gods, they are all part of the same. Mother Earth, Christ, all the religious sects across the globe, the sun, the earth, the moon, the planets, the stars, man and beast, gods and devils, all of existence. All of it, one thing!”

— Brom

79. “There were a blind lass from Glasgow Who were sent out a milking the cow She milked the farmhand instead Until his cock turned bright red And now he be too sore to plow.” Abitha pressed her hand against her mouth, suppressing a giggle.”

— Brom

80. “And what if it is not that simple?” Samson asked. “Can a god be both slayer and shepherd? Reward and vex? Does your god only do good?”

— Brom

81. “It is fitting. I shall call you Samson. After my goat. He was a good goat.”

— Brom

82. “I am blind, walking a path I cannot see. But walk it I must.”

— Brom

83. “There are other things besides gods in which to put one’s faith. Earthly things.”

— Brom

84. “You will think me foolish. But I wanted to be a fairy queen, to run barefoot through the woods, to sing like a bird and fly through the trees.” She smiled. “To be able to talk to the animals.”

— Brom

85. “He noticed Millie Boggs’s little plastic Jesus wedged between the back of his cab and the front of the camper shell. The baby Savior appeared to be looking directly at him and smiling. “You having yourself a good time?” Jesse shouted up at the doll.”

— Brom

86. “He stopped at the edge of the cornfield, looked back at her, and there in the fading light, she saw his face. It was neither goat nor human, but something in between. He didn’t appear wicked, like she expected, but maybe sad and a bit lost. He shot her a grave look, then continued away, disappearing into the forest.”

— Brom

87. “If it is a witch they want,” she hissed, “then a witch they shall have.”

— Brom

88. “There were a Scotsman named McFee Who got stung on his nuggets by a bee He made tons of money By producing lots of honey Every time he went for a pee.”

— Brom

89. “If God did indeed create all things, then did He not create Samson? Why then is Samson not but one more of God’s creatures playing His role in the Lord’s grand design?”

— Brom

90. “The serpent closed in, closer and closer, its lethal promise igniting something deep within Abitha’s breast: the primordial need of every creature that has ever been hurt by another – the need to bite back.”

— Brom

91. “This brought on the realization that Edward had been gone from her life for nearly two months now. Yet this didn’t stop her from looking for him around every corner, expecting to see him out in the field, or to come walking out of the forest at any moment with a bright smile just for her.”

— Brom

92. “You just might make a good devil yet.”

— Brom

93. “Something’s just not right,” he said, shaking his head, “not by a long shot.”

— Brom

94. “Two eyes for an eye. If I can kill him twice, three times, four times, I’ll do it, and each time I will dance a jig of joy upon his bloody corpse.”

— Brom

95. “I want to do what is right, but sometimes it is hard to know what is right.”

— Brom

96. “It is time to be magnificent.”

— Brom

97. “The serpent closed in, closer and closer, its lethal promise igniting something deep within Abitha’s breast: the primordial need of every creature that has ever been hurt by another – the need to bite back. A hard grimace set on Abitha’s face. “If it is a witch they want,” she hissed, “then a witch they shall have.”

— Brom

98. “Few have ever borne so much suffering as did she. It was only for her daughter that she gave in. It was love, not pain, that broke her.”

— Brom

99. “They headed east, deeper into hill country, leaving Krampus’s gift of Yule cheer in over three dozen homes spread about as many neighborhoods all along eastern Boone County. Most of the visits went smoothly, as smoothly as one could hope for any home invasion carried out by a host of costume-clad devils.”

— Brom

100. “God, please forgive me,” he whispered, but he knew God wouldn’t, that God had forsaken him.”

— Brom