…Those who’ve marred their appearance in any way by their actions in life aren’t forced to witness that marring. If they were, they’d become self-conscious and be unable to concentrate on improving themselves.

Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.

The vampire was real. It was only that his true story had never been told.

A surfeiting of terror soon made terror a cliché.

Somewhere In Time is the story of a love which transcends time , What Dreams May Come is the story of a love which transcends death . ... I feel that they represent the best writing I have done in the novel form.

What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?

That which you believe becomes your world