One of the greatest sorrows of human existence is that some people aren't happy merely to be alive but find their happiness only in the misery of others.

If Edgar Allan Poe were alive today, his agent would be constantly slapping him upside the head with tightly rolled copies of his brilliant short stories and novelettes, yelling, 'Full-length novels, you moron! Pay attention! What's the matter with you -- are you shooting heroin or something? Write for the market! No more of this midlength 'Fall of the House of Usher' crap

Each reader needs to bring his or her own mind and heart to the text.

Every writer has his own voice. Other than that I'm always trying to do change-ups and publishers haven't always been happy about that.

Thanks to the circus between my ears, I can seize upon the smallest disquieting observation and from it extrapolate a terror of cataclysmic proportions.

Stay low, stay quiet, keep it simple, don't expect too much, enjoy what you have.

Faced with the challenge of an endless universe, Man will be forced to mature further, just as the Neanderthal-faced with an entire planet-had no choice but to grow away from the tradition of savagery.