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.

Sure God created man before woman, but then again you always make a rough draft before creating the final masterpiece.

I always carry a pistol when I go [to the New York Public Library]. Never did trust those stone lions.

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

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

People hear that I am a horror writer and they think that I must be a monster, but actually I have the heart of a small child - I keep it in a jar on my desk.