Believe nothing," Apolline advised. "This woman wouldn't know the truth if it fucked her. - Clive Barker

“Don’t be sentimental,” he chided. “Memories aren’t enough.”
It was fruitless to argue the niceties of that: he was telling her that he was in pain; he didn’t want platitudes or metaphysics.

And us?" said the Hag. "What happens to us then? Will we be free?
That's what we agreed."
"We can go into extinction?"
"If that's what you want."
"More than anything," said the Hag. "More than anything."
"There are worse things than existence," said Immacolata.
"Oh?" the Hag replied. "Can you name one?"
Immacolata thought for a short while.
"No," she conceded, with a soft sigh of distress. "You may be right, sister.

One of the reasons why I don't get on with most fantasy writing - enchanted sword fantasy writing - is because I think it's emotionally untrue. People behave in very simple ways, unparadoxical ways. What I'm trying to do is bring into fantasy - as I hope I've been able to bring to horror - a certain kind of emotional realism. People have mentioned sex as being a major part of my fiction. An awful lot of horror fiction simply never contained that kind of material. Which seems to me to be extraordinary because most horror fiction is about the body in some way or other, and therefore it should be about sensuality and eroticism every bit as much as it's about corruption.