It's not the books by Stephen King that I read,I need protection from the things in my head . . .

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

I confessed I did not have an opinion; I was only thirteen, and this was my very first dismemberment.

We ask only to be reassuredAbout the noises in the cellarAnd the window that should not have been open

I wanted to explore this idea that the bogey man in the closet is scary, but being a mother is scarier.

The times have changed and now the story is old, but yet it all remains the same, a victim in the cold.

Don't tell me it's going to fucking be okay! I am not okay with being that fucker's pinata!

Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.

She leaned forward and whispered sensuously in his ear, 'I am Lilith and you are mine now - forever.

Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in.

Self-confidence is usually little more than wishful thinking in a thigh-high pair of Come F*ck Me boots.

Innards came out crossed and complex, like a tumble of plus and minus signs--the equation of human life.

Horror on earth is real and it is everyday. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

That's what I fear: being subtracted from myself. Negation. Forced against my will to become a beast.