When you write, you want to get rid of the world, don’t you? Of course you do. When you’re writing, you’re creating your own worlds.

Late last night and the night before, tommyknockers, tommyknockers knocking on my door. I wanna go out, don't know if I can 'cuz I'm so afraid of the tommyknocker man.

I believe in evil, but all my life I've gone back and forth about whether or not there's an outside evil, whether or not there's a force in the world that really wants to destroy us, from the inside out, individually and collectively.

Scaring people, especially in our day and time, is one of the hardest things on earth, as far as I am concerned.

"Am I weird?" "Yeah. But so what? Everybody's weird."

Our memories have voices, too. Often sad ones that clamor like raised arms in the dark.

It don't matter if you believe in God Nick, he believes in you.