Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.

Because there are mysteries. Because there are things that people are forbidden to speak about. Because there are things they do not remember.

It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.

It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.

As we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time.

Dreams shape the world

I tend to think of fear and humour as very, very close together. And to be honest I think pornography completes the triangle, because they are things that to work need to evoke a certain reaction.