Quotes About Author

Speculative horror has become our generation's most viable tradition of the passed story.

It would not have made a good book, I think. It would have been a folly. Its best telling was in these paragraphs: they contain all the ironies a tome would have contained, and waste less ink.

You fucking idiot! What does it matter what it costs to kill it? It's not human. It's out of Hell.

Well, she's lucky. She still has her little dominion here in Coldheart Canyon.

God's an astronaut Oz is over the rainbow and Median is where the monsters live.

Linda Ross Vice president of operations for the Corporation and U.S. Navy veteran.

serving time for murder whose name was Miguel Quentin is anybody's guess.

and a hooked nose. His skin was the color of weak tea.

But gold was not what piqued his interest. It was too heavy and too risky for one man to dispose of.

It was the cash that brought him to Bisbee, not the prized yellow metal.

That madwoman threatened to shoot off my testicles.

Call it theft of Mr. Spock's logic.

I'll shed this Star Wars suit while we're in flight. The Navy can have it back when I get around to returning it.

It's perfectly normal that extraordinary things happen to me. I'm an exceptional person. Oh, don't think I'm boasting. I mean to say that, unfortunately, I'm exceptional and that, unfortunately, I can't live by the rules. I must make my own.

Infancy presents body and spirit in unity: the body is all animated.

I went to collect the few personal belongings which...I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.

Then, bidding farewell to The Knick-Knack, I went to collect the few personal belongings which, at that time, I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.

And nobody has ever gotten emotional over a James Patterson novel.

Oddly enough, the old mole sported a long white beard, which Curtis didn't recall being something that mole typically did

Septimus, if the ivy needs to consume a human child to become all-powerful, it's safe to assume it's the invasive stuff.

mountains, and cried: 'That is the tomb of Kochoi, the companion of Manas!

No, I had no dollars. The man struggled spider-legged away through the rain, leaving me struck by the illogic of things

The cultural problem was 'the fallacy of insignificance', and it was a philosophical form of this fallacy that had somehow landed existentialism in a cul de sac.

How does one address... the master of the vampire executioners? My lord? Your grace? Your stakeness?