All I ever wanted to do is darken the day and brighten the night

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

No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.

Maybe the man had taken the wrong turning, but at least he'd travelled some extraordinary roads.

There’s no conscious thing on the face of the world that doesn’t know dread more intimately than its own heartbeat.

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

By and large I think art is made by people who have discipline married to talent in sufficiently large amounts to work even if they don't feel like it. Anybody can get maudlin and decide to write poetry at 11 at night; the question is, can you do it at 8:30 on a Monday morning..?