I am a man, and men are animals who tell stories. This is a gift from God, who spoke our species into being, but left the end of our story untold. That mystery is troubling to us. How could it be otherwise? Without the final part, we think, how are we to make sense of all that went before: which is to say, our lives? So we make stories of our own, in fevered and envious imitation of our Maker, hoping that we'll tell, by chance, what God left untold. And finishing our tale, come to understand why we were born.

You just have to trust your own madness.

After all, where can the glorious, the goofy, and the god-like stand shoulder to shoulder?

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

Funny that. We live in islands of Hours and we never seem to have time enough for anything.

Gather experience... Look at what you should not look at. A feeling of anxiety is the sure and certain evidence that you should do this.

As for theatre, there's ups and downs to everything. Theatre is ephemeral. But that is part of its charm because you can always say the production was better than it was.