I've always wanted to write about a "haunted" film, something imbued with a malign, potentially fatal attraction, an image which poisons everyone who's unfortunate enough to view it.

I prefer my prose evocative rather than simply effective, with a bit of poetry to it.

I live for books that produce a mood of gathering creepy fascination, a true descent in the Weird.

I tend to go back and forth between old favourites and "new" stuff, some of which could easily be by authors I've hitherto heard about but haven't had the chance to catch up with.

I have never voted in my life... I have always known and understood that the idiots are in a majority so it's certain they will win.

When faith in our freedom gives way to fear of our freedom, silencing the minority view becomes the operative protocol.

What separates people who made their dreams come true is not setting goals to achieve a life the way they expect it to be, but how they expect to be, in order to achieve it.

It is both auspicious and peaceful for people to choose vegetarinism.

We often think of prayer as a means to an end. Prayer is the goal.

The aim of life is appreciation; there is no sense in not appreciating things; and there is no sense in having more of them if you have less appreciation of them.

You don't have to be in the habit of going to church to listen to such a literary minister; you don't have to be a believer to be moved by Mr. Buechner's faith.

It's nice to be able to challenge myself by playing real people. But at the same time it utilizes a different part of the brain to just invent new things.

I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.

You know, I don't really do that much looking inside me when I'm working on a project. Whatever I am becomes what that film is. But I change; you change.