Weather forecast for tonight: dark.

A good many things go around in the dark besides Santa Claus.

Whatever I’m feeling, whatever I’m going through, whatever mood I’m in… If I’m feeling like dancing or clubbing, then it will be reflected in the music. If I’m feeling dark and vulnerable, then it will reflect in the music, too.

Tonight – to you, the great silent majority of my fellow Americans – I ask for your support.

When I write, I write about my surroundings. Sometimes it’s light, and sometimes it gets very dark.

Would you bet your paycheck on a weather forecast for tomorrow? If not, then why should this country bet billions on global warming predictions that have even less foundation?

My imagination is a twisted place.

Most near-future fictions are boring. It’s always dark and always raining, and people are so unhappy.

Many people tell me that they don ‚t know what to feel when they finish one of my books because the story was dark, or complicated, or strange. But while they were reading it, they were inside my world and they were happy. That’s good.

This dark diction has become America’s addiction.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary.

There is no heaven or afterlife for broken-down computers; that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark.

I don’t try and be dark, but there are obviously darker emotions that I want to capture sometimes.

My musical taste and image is going to change naturally. It’s not forced; I do what comes natural to me. Sometimes, I like to be dark… other times, I like to be really light and ladylike.