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.

Horror is the removal of masks.

Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.

We're all not quite as sane as we pretend to be.

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.

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