


"People think that I must be a very strange person, because of my story ideas. This is not correct. It's just that I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk."
...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit un-dramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.-Stephen King.
Stranger fiends hide here in human guise than reside in the valleys of Hell. But goodness, kindness and love arise in the heart of the poor beast, as well."
-Dean Koontz.