Give me B movies or give me death!

Perhaps a wiser eye than hers would be able to read tomorrow in tonight's stars, but where was the fun in that? It was better not to know. Better to be alive in the Here and the Now--in this bright, laughing moment--and let the Hours to come take care of themselves.

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.

Sooner or later even the most ambitious glutton must crawl away and seek the solace of the vomitorium.

I'm a great dog fanatic. My own dog died a little while ago and I take it very personally when things die-it's a major offence.

How many human eyes...had snatched glimpses of their secret anatomies, down the passage of years?

Perhaps sunlight had always been luminous, and doorways signs of greater passage than that of one room to another. But she’d not noticed it until now.