We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad.

The sun rose like a stripper, keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there'd be no show at all.

At best you can hold death at bay, you can pretend it isn't there; but to deny it totally is a sickness. And I think that horror fiction is one of the ways to approach these problems, and, perversely perhaps, to enjoy a vicarious confrontation with them.

Study nothing except in the knowledge that you already knew it. Worship nothing except in adoration of your true self. And fear nothing except in the certainty that you are your enemy's begetter and its only hope of healing.

I love meeting people who've read my books. The prime reason to be on the planet is to make things I can show to other people: paintings, books, movies.

You just have to trust your own madness.

Always, worlds within worlds.