Nothing else wounds so deeply and irreparably. Nothing else robs us of hope so much as being unloved by one we love

Words are sexier than flesh.

Never believe your eyes

Books should make somebody look at how they feel, be honest with themselves.

Make your own worlds. Make your own laws. Make your own creations, your own star systems. Don't feel answerable to anyone, or as though you have to create after some preordained model. You don't have to write like myself, or King or Anne Rice: be yourself. Nothing is more wonderful than discovering a new voice, particularly if it happens to be your own.

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

A monster lies in wait in me,a stew of wounds and misery.But fiercer still in life and limb,the me that lies in wait in him