“But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness.”

“Poets never die, I thought. They just fail in the end.”

“We have just discovered our dear colleague butchered in a hotel room, and you wish to discuss literature?”

“She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all”

“And John Kearns whispered into my ear: "Do you see it now? *You* are the nest. *You* are the hatchling. *You* are the chrysalis. *You* are the progeny. *You* are the rot that falls from the stars. ...”

“Beside me the monstrumologist murmured, "I believe I am in hell, therefore I am there.”

“Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.”

“Sex without love is a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go its pretty damn good.”

“Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information? Bones asked, getting back to the subject. You to take me, she replied at once. Not gonna happen! I spat, squ...”

“I do not love men: I love what devours them.”

“Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.”

“Part of his mind was screaming, but it was a distant one and easy to ignore.”