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

My feet are killing me." "I knew somebody who had feet like that. They'd walk all over him. Archie Kashanian was his name. He used to wake up with footprints all over his chest, all over his face. It was the death of him, finally.

What worth was a man who could not be haunted?

Leavening the flat bread of what we know, with the yeast of what we dream may come to pass.

I remember when I watched 'Hellraiser' with my mother. She cried when she saw my name in the opening credits, and I had to tell her that that was the happiest she was going to be for the next two hours.

Angels have very nasty tempers. Especially when they’re feeling righteous.

To call you excrement would be an insult to the product of my bowels.