I have the normal complement of anxieties, neuroses, psychoses and whatever else - but I'm absolutely nothing special.

Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.

I haven't even had a life I could call my own, and you're ready to slot me into the grand design. Well, I don't think I want to go. I want to be my own design.

I was a weird little kid. I was very irritable, bored, frustrated. I felt my imagination bubbling inside my head without having any way to express itself. Given a crayon and paper, I would not draw a train or a house. I would draw these monsters, beasts and demons.

I don't like to make a distinction between the writer and the painter , finally , because I do both things anyway . Everybody's dreaming and trying to put down their dreams in the way that their hand knows best . I feel as much a unity , as much comradeship , with painters as I do writers .

Life is short And pleasures few And holed the ship And drowned the crew But o! But o! How very blue the sea is.

All things are true. God's an Astronaut. Oz is Over the Rainbow, and Midian is where the monsters live." - Peloquin