You know what the really scary thing about bad dreams? It's that something's going on in your head, and you can't control it. I mean, It's like there's these bad worlds inside you. But it's just you... it's like you're betraying yourself.

"Death's a capricious thing, innit?" "Yes. Yes, she is."

Everything here is so weak, little girl. Everything breaks so easily. They want such simple things.

I have a feeling,’ he said, ‘I have a feeling that we were meant to be together. That we have fought the good fight, side by side, in the past or in the future, I do not know. I am a rational man, but I have learned the value of a good companion, and from the moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew I trusted you as well as I do myself. Yes, I want you with me.

All fiction is a process of imagining: whatever you write, in whatever genre or medium, your task is to make things up convincingly and interestingly and new.

The converse held reassuringly true: daylight was safe. Daylight was always safe.

The real problem with stories - if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.