I am your number one fan.

What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did? There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, but because you think I should be. I look back on the way I was. A young, stupid kid that committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try to talk some sense to him. Tell him the way things are. But I can't. That kid's long gone, and this old man is all that's left.

I have always felt a little bit uncomfortable with question [why I'm write these stories]. It's not a question that you would ask a guy that writes detective stories or the guy that writes mystery stories, or westerns, or whatever. But it is asked of the writer of horror stories because it seems that there is something nasty about our love for horror stories, or boogies, ghosts and goblins, demons and devils.

Oh Christ, he groaned to himself, if this is the stuff adults have to think about I never want to grow up

Acknowledge your good fortune by sharing it.

The idea that creative endeavor and mind-altering substances are entwined is one of the great pop-intellectual myths of our time.

When the time is gone, you can never get it back.