If you want to look like the people next door, you're probably smothering yourself into your dreams.

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.

But I'll tell you more about that later... or maybe I won't, because some wounds just don't heal even if you talk them out. On the contrary, the more you dress them up in words, the more they bleed.

I'll never forget how the depression and loneliness felt good and bad at the same time. Still does.

When you have defined yourself, circumstances don’t define you – they only refine you.

My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither but just enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate.

Facts are to the mind what food is to the body.

I shan't marry a prince!

I mean, if you go back to 1960 on major pieces of legislation, the filibuster was used about eight percent of the time.

Someone once I asked my son Cruz, 'When's your birthday?' and he told them, 'It's just after Fashion Week!'

And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.

When a city is unstimulating, you get pretty isolated.