I have the heart of a child. I keep it in a jar on my shelf.

Henderson sighed. There was a time, he reflected, when the coming of this night meant something. A dark Europe, groaning in superstitious fear, dedicated this Eve to the grinning Unknown. A million doors had once been barred against the evil visitants, a million prayers mumbled, a million candles lit. There was something majestic about the idea, Henderson reflected.

So much for modern science and its wonderful discoveries that just about everything can kill you. Life is only a bedtime story before a long, long sleep.

That's the way girls were--they always laughed. Because they were bitches.

Mothers sometimes are overly possessive, but not all children allow themselves to be possessed.

Norman Bates heard the noise and a shock went through him.

So I had this problem -- work or starve. So I thought I'd combine the two and decided to become a writer.