On Halloween, witches come true;
Wild ghosts escape from dreams…
~Nicholas Gordon, poemsforfree.com
I don’t know that there are real ghosts and goblins, but there are always more trick-or-treaters than neighborhood kids. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
The rhythms of freak are ruled by the holiday calendar, and specifically by Halloween, which as we all know, can be traced back to All Hallows’ Eve, an ancient religious rite in which priests raced around the streets of Dublin throwing snack-size Snickers bars at impoverished children. ~Steve Almond, “Night of the Living Freak,” Candyfreak: A Journey through the Chocolate Underbelly of America, 2004
I bet living in a nudist colony takes all the fun out of Halloween. ~13-year-old’s entry to deep thoughts newspaper contest
And graves have yawn’d, and yielded up their dead…
And ghosts did shriek and squeal about the streets.
~William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar [II, 2, Calpurnia]
October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. ~Rainbow Rowell, Attachments, 2011
Peter is such a candy freak. I knew he’d stay out all night if he could…. This was his biggest night of the year. Bigger than Christmas. When he got home, he’d turn the shopping bag over on his rug and dump out all the candy. Then he’d sort it for hours, making piles of one candy bar and then another. He’s so totally mental. Sometimes when he was smaller he’d actually roll on his back in his Halloween candy, like a dog. ~R.L. Stine, Goosebumps Hall of Horrors: Night of the Giant Everything, 2011
Eat, drink, and be scary. ~Rosie O’Donnell
There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Halloween wraps fear in innocence,
As though it were a slightly sour sweet.
Let terror, then, be turned into a treat…
~Nicholas Gordon, poemsforfree.com
I’m a great lover of visual art and I will happily discuss the color and texture of Van Gogh’s Starry Night…. But I can think of nothing on earth so beautiful as the final haul on Halloween night, which, for me, was ten to fifteen pounds of candy, a riot of colored wrappers and hopeful fonts, snub-nosed chocolate bars and SweeTARTS, the seductive rattle of Jujyfruits and Good & Plenty and lollipop sticks all akimbo, the foil ends of mini LifeSavers packs twinkling like dimes, and a thick sugary perfume rising up from the pillowcase.
And more so, the pleasure of pouring out the contents onto the rug in the TV room, of cataloging the take according to a strict Freak Hierarchy, calling for all chocolate products to be immediately quarantined, sorted, and closely guarded, with higher-quality fruit chews and caramels next, then hard candies, and last of all anything organic (the loathsome raisins). A brief period of barter with my brothers might ensue. For the most part, I simply lay amid my trove and occasionally massed the candy into a pile which I could sort of dive into, à la Scrooge McDuck and his gold ducats. ~Steve Almond, “Night of the Living Freak,” Candyfreak: A Journey through the Chocolate Underbelly of America, 2004
Never let your kids buy an off-the-shelf Halloween costume. Forbid it, no matter how close you may be to the witching hour. Instead, help them make their own. Encourage them to use their imaginations and their ingenuity. Show them that what can be created is often better than what can be bought. And besides, don’t the darkest, most frightening things live inside us anyway? ~Joe Kita, “What I Know” (The Best Halloween Costume), Wisdom of Our Fathers, 1999
Today, of course, our paranoia about child safety has reached this fabulous zenith whereby kids are only allowed to trick-or-treat accompanied by an adult…. But back in the blithe, porno-soaked, latch-key seventies, the idea of trick-or-treating with a parent in tow was unthinkable — like publicly disclosing a preference for Barry Manilow. And yes, we heard plenty of tales about creepy old men sinking razors into caramel apples. But this only added an allure of risk to the endeavor. ~Steve Almond, “Night of the Living Freak,” Candyfreak: A Journey through the Chocolate Underbelly of America, 2004