Literature is humanity's broad-minded alter-ego, with room in its heart for monsters, even for you. It's humanity without the judgement.

I'll tell you something,' she said. 'I'm not sure I ever really liked him.' Adam?' I said. 'I don't blame you.' 'Not Adam,' she said, struggling to swallow a greedily chomped chunk. 'God.

Snow makes cities innocent again, reveals the frailty of the human gesture against the void.

If Im going to invest the time in a novel, I want something more than the entertainment you get out of most genre fiction.

The first horror is there's horror. The second is you accommodate it.

Nicotine and alcohol embraced in my system like long-parted siblings, grateful to me for reuniting them.

Renounce love and you can achieve demonic focus.