There were no horror movies or horror books to speak of in the '40s. I picked the '50s because that pretty well spans my life as an appreciator - as somebody who's been involved with this mass cult of horror, from radio and movies and Saturday matinees and books. In the '40s there really wasn't that much. People don't want to read about horrible things in horrible times. So, in the '40s, there was Val Lutin with The Cat People and The Curse of the Cat People and there wasn't much else.

It's a mystery. That's the first thing that interests me about the idea of God. If there is one, it's mysterious and powerful and awesome to even consider the concept, and you have to take it seriously.

The quiet, singing voice of the rose. The song that promised all might be well, all might be well, that all manner of things might be well.

The definition of an asshole is someone who doesn't believe what he is seeing.

I love music, and I can play a little. But anyone can see the difference between someone who's talented and someone that's not.

Outside, a gusty October breeze was combing leaves from the trees and sending them across her backyard in colorful skitters.

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