If you don't watch it people will force you one way or the other, into doing what they think you should do, or into just being mule-stubborn and doing the opposite out of spite.

What we hoped was that we could stop the coming end of the world.

A sound of cornered-animal fear and hate and surrender and defiance . . . like the last sound the treed and shot and falling animal makes as the dogs get him, when he finally doesn't care about anything but himself and his dying.

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

Since we don't know where we're going, we have to stick together in case someone gets there.

You can't really be strong until you see a funny side to things.

You've got to get out and pray to the sky to appreciate the sunshine; otherwise you're just a lizard standing there with the sun shining on you.