What A Paragon Of Virtue You Are,

There's Nothing As Human As Hunger. There's No Creation Without Talent, I Give You That, But Talent Is Cheap. Talent Goes Begging. Hunger Is The Piston Of Art.

There Are A Lot Of People In The Field [ Of Horror Stories] That I Do Read. There Is A Lot Of Stuff That Is Written In This Field, Though, That Is Not Very Good. You Just Have To Look For The Good Stuff.

Love Among The Ruins... I'll Tell You Something, My Friend: Weird Love's Better Than No Love At All.

The Poets Continually And Sometimes Wilfully Mistake Love. Love Is The Old Slaughterer.

... Suicide Gets In The Air Sometimes. Like A Cold Germ.