The water was glassy and calm, still candy-colored in the afterglow of sunset.

I'm not a big fan of psychoanalysis: I think if you have mental problems what you need are good pills. But I do think that if you have thinks that bother you, things that are unresolved, the more that you talk about them, write about them, the less serious they become.

My feeling of the whole genre, of the terror tale, is this: The best thing that you can do for the readers in this field is to terrify them. It is something that is intellectual, it happens in your mind.

I'm having a magenta day. Not just red, but magenta!

What's been tried once had been tried once before... and before... and before...

In many ways, Eulah-Beulah prepared me for literary criticism. After having a two-hundred-pound babysitter fart on your face and yell Pow!, The Village Voice holds few terrors.

You can approach the act of writing with nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or despair ... Come to it any way but lightly.