One of the things I'm trying to do over and over again in my books is create new mythologies, create new ways to understand the complexity of the world. I think what mythology does is impress upon chaotic experience the patterns, hierarchies and shapes which allow us to interpret the chaos and make fresh sense of it.

We each die countless little deaths on our way to the last. We die out of shame as humiliation. We perish from despair. And, of course, we die for love.

One part of love is innocence One part of love is guilt One part the milk that in a sense Is soured as soon as spilt One part of love is sentiment One part of love is lust One part is the presentiment Of our return to dust

If you want to look like the people next door, you're probably smothering yourself into your dreams.

I don't like PG-13 horror movies. I think they're a contradiction in terms.

No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.

Writing about the unholy is one way of writing about what is sacred.