I don't find slashing and blood flying everywhere to be scary. I just find it repulsive.

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.

Life had not taught me to distrust ministers, but it had taught me to trust no one more than dogs.

The rain wasn't the usual glittering silver, but dark and dirty, as if nature were a scrubwoman wringing out a filthy mop.

The primitive in each of us climbs closer to the surface during the night, for the moon sings to it, and the cold void between the stars speaks its language. To that savage self, evil can look lovely in too little light.

Evil was coming. I wondered whose face it would be wearing.

The hatred of truth is the taproot of violence.