Fear is contagious. You can catch it.

Eyes as black and as shiny as chips of obsidian stared back into his. They were eyes like black holes, letting nothing out, not even information.

Tools, of course, can be the subtlest of traps.

On the whole, anything that gets you writing and keeps you writing is a good thing. Anything that stops you writing is a bad thing.

You must never imagine, that just because something is funny, it is not also dangerous.

He was alone in the darkness once more, but the darkness became brighter and brighter until it was burning like the sun.

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