Well, it was most likely too late; there would not be time for me to flagellate myself for every dishonorable deed in that list, nor any chance to make good the harms I’d done. Minor harms, to be sure, in the scheme of things; but large enough to regret.

Leavening the flat bread of what we know, with the yeast of what we dream may come to pass.

Have patience; the lovers will suffer lovers always suffer.

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.

Welcome to the worst nightmare of all, reality!

You can plan to be brave - it's even better if you just try to be brave.

To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.