On those occasions when he had killed in the dark, he later needed to see his victims' faces because, in some unlit corner of his heart, he half expected to find his own face looking up at him, ice-white and dead-eyed. "Deep down," the dream-victim had said, "You know that you're already dead yourself, burnt out inside. You realize that you have far more in common with your victims after you've killed them than before.

But the more people we love and the more deeply we love them, the more vulnerable we are to loss and grief and loneliness.

Maybe the devil in human beings isn't the reflection of the devil, perhaps the devil is only a reflection of the savagery and brutality of our kind. Maybe what we've done is create the devil in our own image

One of the things I like enormously about Bob Weinstein is that that he's the only studio head I have ever known who will change his mind and say he was wrong.

I've got a long list of books I wish I'd never written-and I've kept them all out of print for the past 20 years.

People couldn't bear to go on living if they faced every cold truth about themselves.

I have learned a great deal from novels. Some of it is even true.