“One would never write a single word if one knew the horrors that lay ahead,’ agreed Charlotte.‘But if you sell copies by the sackload, you may well forget the horrors,’ I agreed quickly.”

“So let's just forget about the whole thing and agree never to speak of it again. And I promise I'll never lie to you again.Ah, but surely you must be saying, "Hey! Isn't this entire story a work of fiction and therefore one big lie?"Perhaps. But we already agreed never to speak of it again.”

“Write quickly and you will never write well; write well, and you will soon write quickly.”

“That was horrible. Horrible. That poor little guy."Pex was unrepentant. "Yeah, well, he asked for it. Calling us ... all those things."But---buried alive! That's like in that horror movie. Y'know -- the one with all the horror."I think I saw that one. With all the words going up on the screen at the end?"Yeah, that was it. Tell you the truth, those words kinda ruined it for me.”

“Charlie Marlowe never wrote horror, but somehow horror was writing Charlie Marlowe.”

“One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.”