Death, the final, triumphant lover.

I'll take any story if it's good.

In making theories, always keep a window open so that you can throw one out if necessary.

It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more.

Circumstances made me the theatrical personality I am, which many people believe is also a part of my personal life.

Supernatural perhaps...baloney, perhaps not!

Because of my language and the pantomime with which most Europeans accompany their speech, I was catalogued as a heavy.