Then I realized that most of the world's problems stemmed from macho dickheadism, and if I cold defeat that I could save the world.

What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?

All you know is what you think you know, but that isn't always what's real.

A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.

He's a bully. I love bullies. They have such big, shiny red buttons to push.

It’s only a scratch, don’t cut my arm off!

1980's: not a time period but a state of mind.

Stupid, fragile mortals.

I imagined calling in to my own radio show: Yeah hi, I'm a werewolf, and I'm stuck in a cabin in the woods with another werewolf and a werewolf hunter.

I punched to line. "Yes? What?" "Norville. It's Cormac. If you don't change the subject right now, I'm going to have to go over there and have a word with you.

Hey, Cormac. You ever have to deal with a PMSing werewolf?

It is a dead heart. It is inside of me. It is a stranger yet once it was agreeable, opening and closing like a clam.

I didn't look at it as a transition so much, because I never intended to have a career as a journalist, writing about people who make movies.

If in a Christian pulpit you have no business saying, "I suggest to you" No! "These things I declare to you."

It's such a pleasure to work in these movies, it's almost like it's not really happening.

I love being on stage, I love being able to tell a story, I love the fact that the audience listens and laughs at it. It makes me happy, and it's what I live for.

How many times did someone have to run in front of a machine gun before it became an act of cowardice?

There is no tyranny more ferocious than the tyranny of morality. Everything is sacrificed to it.

My greatest wish is that a certain way of looking at the world, a way I show in all of my books, gets into my readers' heads, and slowly alters their perception.

I define power as control over one's life. Pay is not about power. Pay is about giving up power to get the power of pay.

We are like icebergs in the ocean: one-eighth part consciousness and the rest submerged beneath the surface of articulate apprehension.