She was a sea: and I had to swim in her. 
Books should make somebody look at how they feel, be honest with themselves. 
All the great powers in the world are blood-suckers and soul-stealers at heart. 
Life is shortAnd pleasures few
And holed the ship
And drowned the crew
But o! But o!
How very blue
the sea is.
Dawn was close. The weaker stars had already disappeared, and even the brightest were uncertain of themselves. 
It's always what may not be shown that shows the most. Forbidden words are always the most eloquent. 
We're making strange fictions of strange things inside ourselves. 
All things are true. God's an Astronaut. Oz is Over the Rainbow, and Midian is where the monsters live. - Peloquin 
This kind of business (murder) required detachment. The trick was to do it almost casually, as you might flick on the radio, or swat a mosquito. 
He had that brand of pragmatism that would find her the first brewing tea after Armageddon. 
We burn so hard, but we shed so little light; it makes us crazy and sad. 
Fear is a place where you just tell the truth 
Was enough to know they had no Devil on their backs. Just old humanity, cheated of love, and ready to pull down the world on its head. 
You want my advice!Kiss the Devil, eat the worm.
Jan de Mooy, Another Matter; or, Man Remade
Always, worlds within worlds. 
One man's pornography is another man's theology. 
That which is imagined can never be lost. 
After all, where can the glorious, the goofy, and the god-like stand shoulder to shoulder? 
( ... ) An amalgam of sexual excess and demonic elegance, as likely to fuck you as tear out your heart. 
We cry for ourselves, don't we? Not for the dead. The dead are past caring. 
I am inevitable. 
Nothing's perfect... because time passes... and the beetle and the worm find their way into everything sooner or later. 
Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep. 
I don't take accusations of selling out lightly. 
They will all abandon you. All you have left is my desire for you. 
There's no delight the equal of dread. 
She wanted nothing that he could offer her, except perhaps his absence. 
Writing a book is like masturbation, and making a movie is like an orgy. 
I've dealt with a lot of producers who were pricks and I'm determined not to be that. 
Does the beef salute the butcher as it throbs to it's knees? 
My life is in the art that I make, and I'm very happy with it. 
Arnie had always called her a dreamer, and maybe he was right about that. 
Never believe your eyes 
Fear gripped Harry, like some old dope-pusher promising a terrible high. 
We're living; but we impersonate the dead better than the dead themselves. 
I know that I want to bring sex and horror together as I have been able to in my books. 
This was the nadir, surely. They had no further to fall. 
I swear, the bigger the bully, the smaller the dick. 
Of all the rash and midnight promises made in the name of love, none, Boone now knew, was more certain to be broken than I'll never leave you. 
My skull was a face that concealed scorpions. 
The sun rose like a stripper, keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there'd be no show at all. 
Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love. 
You're damned if you can't forgive, Jude. 
There was a memory and a promise of blood in the air. 
There's no conscious thing on the face of the world that doesn't know dread more intimately than its own heartbeat. 
I'm a great dog fanatic. My own dog died a little while ago and I take it very personally when things die - it's a major offence. 
Putting down the devil was the Lord's own sport. 
There is in our natures a calamitous hunger for consummation. 
Be strong, little mother," she said to Melissa. "I know you can be." "Yes?" Melissa said a little doubtfully. 
I've never worked where it was hard to be gay. Besides, being gay is a spectacular irrelevance to getting on with your life. 
A monster lies in wait in me,A stew of wounds and misery,
But fiercer still in life and limb,
The me that lies in wait in him.
Or were they breed who had died from their half-life, caught in the sun, perhaps, or withered by longing? 
He was to be their page, their book, the vessel for their autobiographies. A book of blood. A book made of blood. A book written in blood. 
But I think humans are innately religious as a species, so you don't need a specific excuse for examining the perversely unholy. 
Often people who are wonderful with animals aren't always terribly good with human beings. 
Walk with care in dark places, and do not put your faith in anyone who promises you the forgiveness of the Lord or a certain place in Paradise. 
Of such divine neglect was atheism made; belief could not be rekindled now, however profound his terror. Thoughts 
Your kind has a supersitious terror of things ugly and broken; you gear that their conditon may somehow infect you. 
You've always got me""Always?"
"Didn't I just say so?"
"Yes"
"Am I liar? "
"No." I lied.
Let the void come, and bring an end to the tyranny of hope. 
There's nothing heroic about sacrificing yourself for him," Zeffer pointed out. "He wouldn't do it for you." "I know that. 
Being with people makes me vomit. I don't like em. I never did. 
A soul of water a soul of stone. A soul by name a soul unknown. The hours unmake our flesh our bone. The Soul is all and all alone! 
I've always thought that sex and horror belonged together. 
I am not your Father. I am but a child, like you. Afraid, like you. Fearing sometimes, as you fear. 
My imagination is my polestar; I steer by that. 
She slipped away unseen, like a shadow's shadow. 
I'm not the expert on the great gameplay. I come in for the character design, monsters, atmosphere. I'm not the technician. 
All I've ever wanted to do is darken the day and brighten the night. 