Nothing Else Wounds So Deeply

By And Large I Think Art Is Made By People Who Have Discipline Married To Talent In Sufficiently Large Amounts To Work Even If They Don't Feel Like It. Anybody Can Get Maudlin And Decide To Write Poetry At 11 At Night; The Question Is, Can You Do It At 8:30 On A Monday Morning..?

At Best You Can Hold Death At Bay, You Can Pretend It Isn't There; But To Deny It Totally Is A Sickness. And I Think That Horror Fiction Is One Of The Ways To Approach These Problems, And, Perversely Perhaps, To Enjoy A Vicarious Confrontation With Them.

Richard Christian Matheson Is A Master Of Compression. He Knows How To Catch A Moment In Words And Convey It Straight To The Reader's Heart.

Perhaps A Wiser Eye Than Hers Would Be Able To Read Tomorrow In Tonight's Stars, But Where Was The Fun In That? It Was Better Not To Know. Better To Be Alive In The Here And The Now--in This Bright, Laughing Moment--and Let The Hours To Come Take Care Of Themselves.

Being With People Makes Me Vomit. I Don't Like Em. I Never Did.