Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.

A foolish man tells a woman to stop talking, but a wise man tells her that her mouth is extremely beautiful when her lips are closed.

The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on.

Horror is the removal of masks.

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.

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

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