Some stories, she’d say, the more you tell them, the faster you use them up. Those kind, the drama burns off, and every version, they sound more silly and flat. The other kind of story, it uses you up. The more you tell it, the stronger it gets. Those kind of stories only remind you how stupid you were. Are. Will always be.

I am the all-singing, all-dancing crap of this world.... I am the toxic waste by-product of God's creation.

The only thing I shy away from is non-consensual violence. I can't write a story where someone is a simple victim because it's boring.

With a gun barrel between your teeth, you speak only in vowels.

A couple drinks. A couple aspirin. Repeat.

I don't do much more than organise other people's ideas and insights and thoughts, and sort of harvest them, and inventory them and present them.

The difference between how you look and how you see yourself is enough to kill most people. And maybe the reason vampires don’t die is because they can never see themselves in photographs or mirrors.