It's like many other things in life, Ellie. You keep on the path and all's well. You get off it and the next thing you know you're lost if you're not lucky.

Nightmares exist outside of logic, and there's little fun to be had in explanations; they're antithetical to the poetry of fear.

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.

This inhuman place makes human monsters.

I think a lot of times dreams are nothing more than a kind of mental or spiritual flatulence. They're a way of relieving pressure.

I'm still in love with what I do, with the idea of making things up, so hours when I write always feel like very blessed hours to me.

As for the end of the universe…I say let it come as it will, in ice, fire, or darkness. What did the universe ever do for me that I should mind its welfare?