Be Curious About Life, And Cautious With

We Exponents Of Horror Do Much Better Than Those Method Actors. We Make The Unbelievable Believable. More Often Than Not, They Make The Believable Unbelievable.

Man Has Ruled This World As A Stumbling Demented Child King, Long Enough. And As His Empire Crumbles, My Precious Black Widow Shall Rise As His Most Fitting Successor.

One Thing Is Certain: The Arts Keep You Alive. They Stimulate, Encourage, Challenge, And, Most Of All, Guarantee A Future Free From Boredom. They Allow Growth And Even Demand It In That Time Of Life We Call Maturity But Too Often Enter It With A Childish Faith That What We Learned In Youth Is Sustenance Enough For The Years When Most Men Are Mentally Famished But Won't Admit It—or When They Are Apt To Curb Their Hunger With The Sops Of Complacency, Security, And The Assurance Of Death.

I'm Extremely Profane, Unconsciously So, When I See Something Great For The First Time; I Don't Know Why, But Beauty And Profanity Are Related To Me In The Same Way. It May Be That I Want To Think Of Art In The Vernacular, But I Have No Control Over What Comes Out Of My Mouth When My Eyes Take In Great Beauty...it Might Just Be The Reason I Avoid Going To Museums With Elderly Ladies.

I’m Always Intrigued By My Nonsensical Concern With Picking Out A Bunch Of Things That Look Exactly Alike The Ones That Somehow I Feel Are The Best And Belong To Me. It’s That Same Crazy Urge Or Superstition, Or Whatever It Is, That Makes Me Open A Bible In A Hotel Room, Hoping For Some Great Happenstance Spiritual Word Of Advice. More Often Than Not, I Hit A Long Passage Of Begats And Begots, Which Contain Little Inspiration Other Than The Fact That Procreation Is The Highest Aim Of Life.