If Something In Your Writing Gives Support

Thanks To The Circus Between My Ears, I Can Seize Upon The Smallest Disquieting Observation And From It Extrapolate A Terror Of Cataclysmic Proportions.

Unreason Is An Essential Medicine As Long As You Do Not Overdose.

Only Once In A Generation Does Anything As Fresh As A Vomiting Detective Come Along.

That Is, Jack Thought, The Way Of Life. The Horror Changes Us, Because We Can Never Forget. Cursed With Memory. It Starts When We're Old Enough To Know What Death Is And Realize That Sooner Or Later We'll Lose Everyone We Love. We're Never The Same. But Somehow We're All Right. We Go On.

Sometimes There Is No Darker Place Than Our Thoughts, The Moonless Midnight Of The Mind.