For there is always a sanctuary more, a door that can never be forced, a last inviolable stronghold that can never be taken, whatever the attack; your vote can be taken, you name, you innards, or even your life, but that last stonghold can only be surrendered. And to surrender it for any reason other than love is to surrender love.

There are going to be times when we can't wait for somebody. Now, you're either on the bus or off the bus.

He Who Marches Out Of Step Hears Another Drum

This world… belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.

I'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph.

They did type me as a horror writer, but I have been able to do all sorts of things within that framework.

Luckily, I remembered something Malcolm Cowley had taught us at Stanford - perhaps the most important lesson a writing class (not a writer, understand, but a class) can ever learn. 'Be gentle with one another's efforts,' he often admonished us. 'Be kind and considerate with your criticism. Always remember that it's just as hard to write a bad book as it is to write a good book.'