It's the Marilyn Monroe school of medicine where enough of any drug will cure any disease.

Our purest form of joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy.

What I'm always trying to do with every book is to recreate the effect of the stories we heard as children in front of campfires and fireplaces - the ghost stories that engaged us.

You always kill the one you love.

When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.

Nothing is static. Even the Mona Lisa is falling apart. Since fight club, I can wiggle half the teeth in my jaw. Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer. Maybe self-destruction is the answer.

Does it hurt very much to die? Well, sweetheart, yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.