Quote by Bela Lugosi

It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more.

It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are

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This quote suggests that women have a strong affinity for horror. It implies that women actively enjoy and crave the genre, finding pleasure in the fear, thrill, and emotional intensity it provides. They seek out these experiences, engage deeply with horror themes, and are psychologically sustained by them. The quote depicts women as enthusiastic consumers of horror content, resiliently enduring its terrifying elements and always returning for more.

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