My life is in the art that I make, and I'm very happy with it.

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.

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

What worth was a man who could not be haunted?

Never believe your eyes

..She had that brand of pragmatism that would find her the first brewing tea after Armageddon.

There must still be room for the falling note, of course. Even in an undying world there are times when beauty passes from sight, or love passes from the heart, and we feel the sorrow of partition.