We make our own monsters, then fear them for what they show us about ourselves.

Be yourself, until you bleed.

All stories are lies, but good stories are lies made of light and fire. They lift our hearts out of the dust and out of the grave.

It's not a holiday until you overdo it!

You use the word "Infinity" very glibly.... Have you ever been there? Time and space are extensions of the mind, the will. Which means that infinity is a purely local phenomenon. You can turn over a stone and find it crawling there. Or you can make it yourself out of whatever materials are at hand.

No, there are no special places in hell. Hell is a democracy.

Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you're waking up from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day.