Quotes from Brian Keene

'Ghoul' was what my world looked like, growing up in the late Seventies and early Eighties, and what I thought it looked like. A lot of my personal experiences went into it.

Jesus Christ-" "Is Not here right now," the man in black replied,"and even if he were, he could not save you.

Good ideas stay with you until you eventually write the story.

'Castaways' was a play on what if a reality show like 'Survivor' was unknowingly set on an island inhabited by a sub-human race of creatures? Readers have often asked me to consider turning the short story into a full-length novel. So I did.

I tend to spend a lot of time building characters that the reader will believe in and sympathize with.

In late 2001, I contributed a short story called 'Castaways' to an anthology called 'In Laymon's Terms,' which was a tribute to Richard Laymon, who had passed away earlier that year.

I've been a fan of 'The Defenders' since childhood, and Devil Slayer was always one of my favorite members of the team - especially during J.M. DeMatteis' wonderful run on the series.

Good ideas stay with you until you eventually write the story.

Jesus Christ- Is Not here right now, the man in black replied,and even if he were, he could not save you.

Save it fucker. I'm gonna slit you open and gut you like a fish and pull out your insides. I'm going to show you the black stuff inside your belly, and then I'm gonna make you eat it.

When you died, you were supposed to live on in the memories of others. That's what I'd always been told. Didn't matter what you believed, which religion you subscribed to, what god you worshipped. The simple fact was that none of us knew what lay beyond. Immortality and eternal life? The only sure shot at that was the memories of those you left behind - your friends and family...

We are many. Our number is greater than the stars. We are more than infinity.

Keep that hate alive in your heart, lad. It'll warm you when nothing else will.

Levi, Maria called. Come back. We're not finished yet. He paused What, Maria? You asked me what I believe in? I believed in you. He nodded his head sadly. Yes, you did. And before you met me, you believed in nothing. But that's the thing with belief, Maria. It's easy to believe in something when it doesn't require anything from you. It's much harder, though, when the object of your belief requires something of you or asks for something you don't want to give. That's when real belief occurs.

Maybe God is nothing more than another villain—the biggest villain of them all. Maybe

These days, we can be whatever we want to be. The apocalypse is sort of freeing, don't you think?

Sometimes it whispers. If you stand too close to it, right there on the edge where the candlelight is swallowed by shadow, the darkness talks to you in a voice not its own—a voice you've probably heard before. A lover. A parent. A friend.

We're all scared. Might as well be scared together.

I mean, what's the sense in being a hero when there's no one left to save? Oh

When you're writing fulltime like I am, writing to pay the bills and keep a roof over your head and food on the table, you can't afford to have writer's block.

What a crazy way to be buried, he thought as he hunted. Get your body burned up and then poured into a box that looked like a library book, like your relatives could check you out and take you home for a couple of weeks. Would there be an overdue penalty if they were late bringing back the dead?

Life is nothing more than a series of lyric snippets from Bruce Springsteen songs.

In real life, the monsters are the ones abducting and killing children or flying hijacked airplanes into skyscrapers or looting our treasury and sending our kids off to fight a bullshit war just so they can line their own pockets and the pockets of their corporate buddies or eradicating our Bill of Rights in the name of national security. Those are the real monsters.

Take a bridge away, and people become islands. That's what has happened in this country now. The bridges that used to exist between us have been swamped and destroyed. Those bridges are overrun. They are burned down and blasted. And now, all across America, every day is post-Hurricane Katrina.