I'm a huge fan of ghost stories, that sort of slow build, the suspense and the questioning about whether you're imagining something or if it's real.

There are a million talented writers who are unpublished only because they stop writing when it gets hard.

I have four or five ideas that just keep floating around and I want to kind of just let one - like a beautiful butterfly, let it land somewhere.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.

Women get consumed. Not surprising, considering the sheer amount of traffic a woman's body experiences. Tampons and speculums. Cocks, fingers, vibrators and more, between the legs, from behind, in the mouth.

What a generous thing that is, I realize, for a husband to try to make his wife laugh.