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.

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

Gold don't come off. What's good stays good no matter how much of a beating it takes.

I guess Satan was the first superhero [...] In his first adventure, he took the form of a snake to free two prisoners being held naked in a Third World jungle prison by an all-powerful megalomaniac. At the same time, he broadened their diet and introduced them to their own sexuality.

Her sanity was a fragile thing, a butterfly cupped in her hands, that she carried with her everywhere, afraid of what would happen if she let it go-or got careless and crushed it.

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

Terror is the desire to save your own ass, but horror is rooted in sympathy.