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

The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark's underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and hands, with its sickly light, making him long for a mirror in which to study his face. Surely he'd be able to see the bones beneath the meat; the skull gleaming the way his teeth gleamed when he smiled. After all, wasn't that what a smile said? Hello, world, this is the way I'll look when the wet parts are rotted.

The paintings of Francis Bacon to my eye are very beautiful. The paintings of Bosch or Goya are to my eye very beautiful. I've also stood in front of those same paintings with people who've said, 'let's get on to the Botticellis as soon as possible.' I have lingered, of course.

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

You'll learn, honey. Love can be the best thing in life. And it can be the worst. The absolute worst.

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

I remember when I watched 'Hellraiser' with my mother. She cried when she saw my name in the opening credits, and I had to tell her that that was the happiest she was going to be for the next two hours.