When I'm in the middle of a book it can go up from there. When you're putting in those hours, the real world kind of fades and the world you're creating becomes almost more real to you than the outside world.

In our age, self-indulgence and self-destruction, rather than self-sacrifice, are the foundations for new heroic myths.

The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.

Evil men often easy to mislead, because they have spent so long deceiving that they no longer recognise the truth and mistake deseption for it.

Darkness dwells within even the best of us. In the worst of us, darkness not only dwells but reigns.

I think the world is an interesting place and I don't think anybody has the firm and final answer to what it is but I kind of assume there's a purpose.

Human cruelty and treachery surpassed all understanding. There were no answers. Only excuses.