The underground of the city is like what's underground in people. Beneath the surface, it's boiling with monsters.

When I was a teenager there was no video in my country. Betamax came to Mexico very slowly.

But I think we are seeing a resurgence of the graphic ghost story like The Others, Devil's Backbone and The Sixth Sense. It is a return to more gothic atmospheric ghost storytelling.

In a world where we are so pragmatic and materialistic, fear is the only emotion that allows even a sophisticated person to believe in something beyond.

You only find yourself when you disobey. Disobedience is the beginning of responsibility, I think.

The butterfly does not look back upon its caterpillar self, either fondly or wistfully; it simply flies on.

If you're not operating on an instinctive level, you're not an artist.... Reason over emotion is bullshit, absolute bullshit... We suffocate ourselves in rules. I find fantasy liberating.

I have a sort of a fetish for insects, clockwork, monsters, dark places, and unborn things

Well, the first thing is that I love monsters, I identify with monsters.

You have to believe the magic to see it.

Night is real. Night is not an absence of light, but in fact, it is daytime that is a brief respite from the looming darkness.

(N)ot writing was hard work, almost as hard as writing.

Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise.

I know I have to write about the things that keep me awake at night.

California became the last state in the west to regulate groundwater usage. The state's first-ever mandatory water restrictions soon followed.

If the group is an art form of the future, then convening groups is an artistry we must cultivate to fully harvest the promise of the future.

Love's pleasure lasts but a moment; love's sorrow lasts all through life.

When a person is carrying their sin, it can be quite a load...I don't know what else to do with your sin but confess and ask God to forgive it.

Aggressive accounting does not mean illegal accounting.

Be forever dead in Eurydice-more gladly arise into the seamless life proclaimed in your song. Here, in the realm of decline, among momentary days, be the crystal cup that shattered even as it rang.

Unlike memory, which confirms and reinforces itself, history contributes to the disenchantment of the world.