She liked things that had been written by people who had lived short, ugly, and tragic lives. Or, who at least, were English.

You know someone for a while and then one day a hole opens underneath them, and they fall out of your world.

You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.

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.

If you didn't have me to rake you over the coals now and then, there wouldn't be any fire in your life at all.

I remind myself that no one day of writing matters all that much. A story is built somewhat like a stalactite - one little drip of mud and grit at a time.

Innocence ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, you know. Innocent little kids rip the wings off flies, because they don’t know any better. That’s innocence