To Call You Excrement Would Be An

I've Always Thought That Sex And Horror Belonged Together.

To Call You Excrement Would Be An Insult To The Product Of My Bowels.

There’s No Conscious Thing On The Face Of The World That Doesn’t Know Dread More Intimately Than Its Own Heartbeat.

I Never Want To Be The Producer That I Too Often Got.

Darkness Always Had Its Part To Play. Without It, How Would We Know When We Walked In The Light? It’s Only When Its Ambitions Become Too Grandiose That It Must Be Opposed, Disciplined, Sometimes—if Necessary—brought Down For A Time. Then It Will Rise Again, As It Must.