Fantasy was always only a reality waiting to be switched on.

When you think about it, most of the good ideas came along to make sin a whole lot easier.

There's only room for one hero in this story-and everyone knows the devil doesn't get to be the good guy.

The difference between childhood and adulthood, Vic had come to believe, was the difference between imagination and resignation. You traded one for the other and lost your way.

He understood that the ghost existed first and foremost within his own head. That maybe ghosts always haunted minds, not places. If he wanted to take a shot at it, he’d have to turn the barrel against his own temple.

Horror was rooted in sympathy . . . in understanding what it would be like to suffer the worst.

Aren't you going to tell me I'm not so bad? she asked. Mmm-no. I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.