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

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

I think perhaps all of us go a little crazy at times.

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.

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

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.