Eddie discovered one of his childhood's great truths. Grownups are the real monsters, he thought.

Was it pretty? Your country. . .your land?" "It was beautiful," the gunslinger said. "There were fields and forests and rivers and mists in the morning. But that's only pretty. My mother used to say that the only real beauty is order and love and light.

If you were seeing a lot of horseshit, there had to be a pony in the vicinity.

I don't really get philosophical, but I believe that nice people are strong and usually in my horror stories, I don't like to write about the old standard where some rotten guy gets chased by a mean spirit that gets him in the end.I'd rather write about nice people that are menaced from outside by some sort of evil power and who sort of slug it out.

Sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor

It's a tough life if you don't weaken.

I saw something even more beautiful than a sense of humor: an appreciation for life’s essential absurdity.