After all, where can the glorious, the goofy, and the god-like stand shoulder to shoulder?

It’s only when you’ve lost someone that you realize the nonsense of that phrase “It’s a small world”. It isn’t. It’s a vast, devouring world, especially if you’re alone.

What worth was a man who could not be haunted?

We’re too much ourselves. Afraid of letting go of what we are, in case we are nothing, and holding on so tight, we lose everything else.

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

There’s no conscious thing on the face of the world that doesn’t know dread more intimately than its own heartbeat.

Words are sexier than flesh.