The problem with every story is you tell it after the fact.

A writer's job is to cultivate what can go wrong. You're always looking for that dramatic arc of where things can fail.

He was assaulting the world by assaulting himself.

When you don't share your problems, you resent hearing the problems of other people.

Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a Barbie doll, a vacuum cleaner. We're all such products.

Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

Sorry, mom. Sorry, God.