I hate it when something I've had published "inspires" some nut to imitate what I've written, or some teacher gets fired for having her students read….

I don't believe terror and horror are just vicarious pleasures. I think it routes itself in your mind. It can affect your mind. Look at what's going ….

Now when I die, I shall only be dead..

That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collaps….

Our world is in profound danger. Mankind must establish a set of positive values with which to secure its own survival..

It is my conviction that basic Reality is not all that perplexing. What seems difficult to assimilate are the manifold details of Reality, not its fu….

Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled..

In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. Horror he had adjusted to. But monotony was the greater obstacle, and h….

No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death..

In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming..

Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man..

To get married and have a family, is to grow up and mature. It's the only way. You can read philosophy books for a hundred years, but if you don't ge….

Quiet is here and all in me. ("Dress of White Silk").

But it was hard to keep his hands still. He could almost feel them twitching emphatically with his strong desire to reach out and stroke the dog's he….

Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And where. And how. (“Death Ship”).

What would a Mohammedan vampire do if faced with a cross?.

I can get pissed off very easily..

Chris Nielsen: Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for our children. For the first time I saw them. Thank you for being someone I was always prou….

What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?.

Heaven would never be heaven without you..

He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room, shaking his head slowly. All these books, he thought, the residue of a planet’s intellect….