I didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.

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

Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.

The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.

I hope if there is another world, we will not be judged too harshly for the things we did wrong here—that we will at least be forgiven for the mistakes we made out of love.

Maybe all the schemes of the devil were nothing compared to what man could think up.

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