I don't know that there are haunted houses. I know that there are dark staircases and haunted people.

All is illusion, although as long as there's an illusion that the kids need to be fed, all might as well be reality.

On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me.

No matter how reclusive we tend to be, we picture the after-life as a community of souls. It is one thing to seek privacy in this life; it is another to face eternity alone.

The people in your life who don't need an invitation still like to get one.

In a houseful of toddlers and pets, you can start out having a bad day, but you keep getting detoured.

I tell my child, if I seem obsessed to always know where you've been, it is because my DNA will be found at the scene.