You’ve always got me” “Always?” “Didn’t I just say so?” “Yes” “Am I liar? “ “No.” I lied.

How many human eyes...had snatched glimpses of their secret anatomies, down the passage of years?

What I tried to do is deliver movies that have worked for me more than once.

The sun rose like a stripper, keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there'd be no show at all.

Richard Christian Matheson is a master of compression. He knows how to catch a moment in words and convey it straight to the reader's heart.

She's...just a girl, you know. Like most girls: something and nothing.

I firmly believe that a story is only as good as the villain.