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.

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

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

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.

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.

Joy increases as you give it and diminishes as you try to keep it for yourself. In giving it you will accumulate a deposit of joy greater than you ever believed possible.

All ballplayers should quit when it starts to feel as if all the baselines run uphill.

The literary critic, or the critic of any other specific form of artistic expression, may detach himself from the world for as long as the work of art he is contemplating appears to do the same.

Between nature and music there seems to be an elective affinity: they fit together, and when they do experiences of an ineffable kind are generated.

The rule of thumb is that if someone is able to be verbally or physically abusive, he or she is able to understand that the behavior is wrong.

A restless vitality wells up as we approach 30.

An artful or false woman shall set thy pillow with thorns.

The revolts themselves open up something very new. One has to be aware, or listen, or open one's mind to what are the new beginnings.

The worst thing that happens in life is not death. The worst thing would be to miss it. . . . I think the great danger in life is not showing up.

Indifference to fate which, though it often makes a villain of a man, is the basis of his sublimity when it does not.