We’re making strange fictions of strange things inside ourselves.

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.

One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.

To use the same words is not a sufficient guarantee of understanding one must use the same words for the same genus of inward experience ultimately one must have one's experiences in common.

One of the most destructive things that's happening in modern society is that we are losing our sense of the bonds that bind people together - which can lead to nightmares of social collapse.

The majority see the obstacles; the few see the objectives; history records the successes of the latter, while oblivion is the reward of the former

Accordion, n. An instrument in harmony with the sentiments of an assassin.

When we grieve over someone who has died in Christ, we are sorrowing not for them, but for ourselves. Our grief isn't a sign of weak faith, but of great love.

Gun Control is mind control.

That's the way you feel when you're beaten inside. You don't feel angry at those who've beaten you. You just feel ashamed.

Illusions are the truths we live by until we know better.

I can shoot pool, and I can play ping-pong. I'm pretty good at those games.