Superman is, after all, an alien life form. He is simply the acceptable face of invading realities.

…there’s nothing in the world more fun than doing something you’re good at.

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

Anyway, it's gone. And there's nothing left in my pocket to charm you. So from now on it's going to have to be tears or nothing I'm afraid. That's all I've got left to tell you see: tears, tears, tears.

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've always thought that sex and horror belonged together.

I know that I want to bring sex and horror together as I have been able to in my books.