This is probably the single great subject of horror fiction: our need to cope with a mystery that can be understood only with the aid of a helpful imagination.

When you write a book, you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees. When you’re done, you have to step back and look at the forest.

where the world ends is where you must begin

Sometimes when you're young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you're living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.

The wind makes you ache is some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die - migrate or die.

Life turns on a dime.

Pain is the biggest power of love.