I'm most afraid of losing my mind. You lose your identity, your sense of who you are, where you are.

You needn't die happy when your time comes, but you must die satisfied, for you have lived your life from the beginning to the end and ka is always served.

I’m not particularly keen on writing which exhaustively describes the physical characteristics of the people in the story and what they’re wearing… I can always get a J. Crew catalogue… …So spare me, if you please, the hero’s ‘sharply intelligent blue eyes’ and ‘outthrust determined chin’.

Symbolism exists to adorn and enrich, not to create an artificial sense of profundity.

How many have to die before we will give up these dangerous toys?

It wasn't just love that held people together. There was secrets, and the price you paid to keep them.

Everybody wants to psychoanalyze horror. They don't want to psychoanalyze a book like Gay Talese's "Sex with Your Neighbor" [sic] or something like that. It's pretty much accepted that Americans should be interested in who they're diddling and how they're doing it.