Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.

I don't like to talk about work in progress, but the novel I'm working on now is definitely not horror.

You can only maintain an immensely gothic attitude for so long before either killing yourself or beginning to feel like a poser.

Delete nothing. Move nothing. Change nothing. Learn everything.

If you’re ever lucky enough to belong somewhere, if a place takes you in and you take it into yourself, you don't desert it just because it can kill you. There are things more valuable than life.

If you want something, you don't wait for the world to deal it out for you. You take it.

I'm your nightmare. Did you think you were done with nightmares, now you've become one?