We shall live even in this state of living death, we shall love, we shall feel, we shall defy all who would judge and destroy us.

Something in me was responding now as the audience responded, not in fear, but in some human way, to the magic of that fragile painted set, the mystery of the lighted world there.

An evil for these times destined to move through the world in handsome human guise.

When I'm writing, the darkness is always there. I go where the pain is.

The evil of one murder is infinite, and my guilt is like my beauty - eternal. I cannot be forgiven, for there is no one to forgive me for all I've done.

Sometimes dreams show me that my writing should go deeper. Dreams have not so much changed my work as deepened it.

I think there is a modern temper. The authority figures we revered in the past are all up for grabs - they're gone. We are groping for meaning in a world where some of our gods have died. We're asking ourselves, 'Who is our true brother and sister, where is our true home?' The modern tempter is our struggle to lead meaningful lives, and even if we don't believe in religion, we can reach down and hold on to our core values for guidance.