Writing about the unholy is one way of writing about what is sacred.

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.

There are days when I want to dip my soul in memories and just soak. Then there are others where I'm praying they'll be washed away.

Some people live a lifetime every second, others only a second in a life time with little happiness to find. Learn to seize each and every second and make your life divine!

When a man assumes a public trust he should consider himself as public property.

I've always preferred food be on the blander side.

He travels fastest who travels alone, and that goes double for she. Real feminism is spinsterhood.

Everything is danger, but we pretend that it's not.

Love is art, not truth. It’s like painting scenery.

I avoid my neighbors - luckily, my building has two exits.

Only those persons who have lived, really lived, are ready, welcoming, receptive, thankful to death. Then death is not the enemy. Then death becomes the fulfillment.

The world of imagination is the world of eternity.