Fear is a place where you just tell the truth

Believe me, when I say; There are no two powers That command the soul. One is God The other is the tide. -Anon From the novel Abarat

A monster lies in wait in me,a stew of wounds and misery.But fiercer still in life and limb,the me that lies in wait in him

Memory, prophecy, and fantasy— The past, the future, and The dreaming moment between— Are all in one country, Living one immortal day. To know that is Wisdom. To use it is the Art.

You just have to trust your own madness.

Horror fiction shows us that the control we believe we have is purely illusory, and that every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion.

I don't like PG-13 horror movies. I think they're a contradiction in terms.

I'm a great dog fanatic. My own dog died a little while ago and I take it very personally when things die-it's a major offence.

Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

Evil, however powerful it seemed,could be undone by its own appetite

We’re too much ourselves. Afraid of letting go of what we are, in case we are nothing, and holding on so tight, we lose everything else.

Most of us do not understand nuclear fission, but we accept it . . . Why is it so easy to accept manmade miracles and so difficult to accept the miracles of the Bible?

I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.

I never had a sense of home.

What about regular professionals, who just want to do what they do as well as they can?

As Donald Trump continues to dominate the 2016 field, the Republican establishment's low-grade anxiety is becoming an all-out panic

We need continuing communication from god. One stream of light is not enough.

I think there should be national standards on the use of legal force.

I'm enough of an anarchist aesthetically, when it comes to art - I want people to be reading my stuff voluntarily. They should be doing it because they want to.

That is the power of the Eucharist. At the communion table you have rich and poor together in the early church and they were being challenged.

There was a man and he had eight sons. Apart from that, he was nothing more than a comma on the page of History. It's sad, but that's all you can say about some people.