Perhaps sunlight had always been luminous, and doorways signs of greater passage than that of one room to another. But she’d not noticed it until now.

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.

The accumulation of non-obvious, ineffective, or misapplied actions leads to low productivity.

When you deliver information the way the other person wants to receive it, you increase your bottom line.

A new study found that people who are depressed have a greater risk of stroke. Well that should cheer them up.

The first obligation of the writer is to be interesting. To be interesting; not to change the world.

It's destiny! Perhaps it is the energy that pulls on the threads and, well, I'm just leaving it as it is meant to be.

The car has become an article of dress without which we feel uncertain, unclad, and incomplete in the urban compound.

Things you can't understand are always the hardest to bear. To know why is the first step to consolation.

The proprietor had hair so red that pigmentation had flowed out into every visible inch of his skin and even into the pinks of his eyes, as the colour of flowering cherry trees stains their leaves.

It never cost a disciple anything to follow Jesus; to talk about cost when you are in love with anyone is an insult.

Power is sweet, and when you are a little clerk you love its sweetness quite as much as if you were an emperor, and maybe you love it a good deal more.