Horror is my motor. It gets to me on an animal level and satisfies my impulse toward scenario building.

Enlightenment is its own reward, its own punishment. You begin to see so much more. And so much more sees you.

THE TESTAMENT OF TALL EAGLE is myth-making of epic scope.

Curiosity did not kill the cat all by itself.

He was trapped in the electrochemical web of cognition, wherein curiosity leads into temptation, temptation leads into fear, and fear is considered an impulse to be mastered.

I used to write as an escape. There's no escape. There's just me sending my voice into the dark, waiting for an echo.

Pulver's skills as a post-Beat visionary are in rare form. A House of Hollow Wounds is a thrilling foray into the dark frontier of the weird.

A Pretty Mouth is a fine and stylish collection that pays homage to the tradition of the weird while blazing its own sinister mark. Tanzer's debut is as sharp and polished as any I've seen.

I am abroad in the night with my servants. We come to smoke the northern lights, to rape the Wendigo, to melt igloos with streams of hot, bloody piss. To see and see.”“Oh. You’re a bit east.

There’s real evil, Mr Honey. Not that existential crap, either.

The universe and its design is often one of arbitrary horror.

If they gave him an enema, he could be buried in a matchbox.

Always give more than what's expected.

God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down

There are some masters from whom you can learn good things. Streets are one of those masters!

I wanted everybody to see a sunrise and be knocked out by the miracle of it, the world being created every morning.

I'm going to be here until I'm cured?" "Life is not cured, Mr. Gilner. Life is managed".

I think a lot of the work I've done and a lot of the work I'm going to do in the future still ties to 9/11 and the fallout from it.

Friendship should be more than biting time can sever.

Environmentalism has become a special interest, incapable of addressing large, complex, and global problems such as global warming.

Death is a convention, a certification to the end of pain, something for the vital statistics book, not binding upon anyone but the keepers of graveyard records.