He was far scarier than any ghost could be. He was real, and he was a monster.

Some slight awareness in the back of her mind, beneath the pain, told her she was free.

He had never actually said what he hunted, only that he enjoyed it.

He's evil, and the only thing that stops evil is death.

Killing is for those with a sick mind.

Slumber party with Dracula, all things considerd why not?

May you find grace to live zealous life.

It is you I foreknew and have predestined for such a time as this. Just as My heart has so eagerly chosen you, William Ore, you must also choose me.

A fiction writer is never entirely alone. Her characters are constantly whispering in her ear.

You have to be careful not to let your fear stop you doing things. It's very exciting to test yourself.

Whatever aspect of life you apply it to, making change takes courage.

The point of acting is to pretend you're someone else and sell a story.

I'm trying always to leave out what I think is extraneous. And to find what I think is the most wonderful language to make a beautiful sentence.

The mortal experience . . . is not like a college course which we can passively audit. Instead, we are taking life's course for credit and there are no summers off - not even semester breaks.

I think that collaboration makes me a better director and observer and writer because I can look at things in a different way.