After puberty, you look to one sex for more than friendship and to the other for less-than-complete intimacy.

Maybe becoming a monster is a sign of strength.

Otherwise the silence in the room was profound, the silence of places Brian had not yet been: gazing at the lifeless body of a beloved, the echo of a lost illusion, the tinnitus of betrayal.

Also, serial killers, child killers, they’re hot, they’re the new cool kids, the new vampires, the new zombies, everybody’s favourite spook monster.

There’s nothing that makes an artist more beloved than the audience pitying him because his work comes at a price they would never pay.

It was always the most striking scene, the best work, the most disturbing emotion and unsettling idea that attracts criticism.

Had any parent ever succeeded in hiding marital unhappiness from their child?

Sooner or later everyone is defeated by their desires.

The world is chock-full of monsters.