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I am a man of lost faiths.
I'm too conceited for therapy.
Grace only exists to be fallen from.
You love life because life's all there is.
Peace is purchased in the currency of loss.
Every present anger derives from past weakness.
Renounce love and you can achieve demonic focus.
There is no God and that's His only commandment.
I haven't won any prizes or had any best sellers.
Coffee justifies the existence of the word 'aroma'.
We're in the age of the series, trilogy, boxed sets.
Life is nothing but a statement of what happens to be.
I'm an American. We're a people diseased with progress.
I'm in love, truly, madly, deeply in love with perception.
Home pulls. It draws you back to tell you you don't belong.
I don't know how one should live - but I know that one should live.
I hated the words. Each one was like a big live insect in my mouth.
Nothing holds love together like shared vice or collusive perversion.
The first horror is there's horror. The second is you accommodate it.
We have all seen werewolf transformations hundreds of times on screen.
Telling the truth is a beautiful act even if the truth itself is ugly.
My parents believe in the happy endings to the stories of their children.
For the minimum-wager with Caligulan needs, the glory days are soon over.
Cheney, Rumsfeld - they were Shakespearean in their attitude of impunity.
What I've absorbed of the gothic or paranormal has come mainly from films.
While I was writing 'The Last Werewolf,' I didn't watch any horror movies.
I used to believe in signs, omens, patterns, secret purpose, synchronicities.
With adolescent egotism and a lot of money one can pretty much rule the world.
Just because life's meaningless doesn't mean we can't experience it meaningfully.
Falling in love makes the unknown known. Falling out of love reverses the process.
That's the problem with being alive ... You've got to keep thinking of what to do.
Kneecaps only exist to get hit with claw-hammers; grace only exists to be fallen from.
No amount of violence you've done to others prepares you for violence done to yourself.
Nineteenth-century English literature I know; 19th-century sewage systems, not so much.
Snow makes cities innocent again, reveals the frailty of the human gesture against the void.
One day the ordinariness will be terminally punctuated by the extraordinary full stop of death.
The message is clear: By all means become an abomination -- but only while unhinged by grief or wrath.
Fairy tales read before bed tend to make me dream. They're all quite violent stories, as are my dreams.
Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain.
Nicotine and alcohol embraced in my system like long-parted siblings, grateful to me for reuniting them.
I'm not very good at story. In fact, compared to character and language, I barely care about story at all.
When you're a kid it's people's cruelty that makes you cry, then when you're an adult it's their kindness.
I suppose the word "unbearable" is a lie by definition. Unless you kill yourself immediately after using it.
I don't think things happen for a reason, but I think it's perfectly possible to experience life meaningfully.
No artist knows everything... but since every artist knows more than he can tell, all art is lying by omission.
I still want magic, I find. The old fashioned kind. I don't believe in it, but I still have a hankering for it.
Life would be much easier if I just wrote the same book over and over again. But I'm not interested in doing that.
My position is that you've got to accommodate everything. I don't morally accommodate but imaginatively accommodate.
If Im going to invest the time in a novel, I want something more than the entertainment you get out of most genre fiction.
If I'm going to invest the time in a novel, I want something more than the entertainment you get out of most genre fiction.