We go to the past to lay the blame - since the past can't argue. We go to our past selves to account for our present miseries.

— Glen Duncan

We're in the age of the series, trilogy, boxed sets.

— Glen Duncan

Werewolves are not a subject for academe,” she said, “but you know what the professors would be saying if they were. ‘Monsters die out when the collective imagination no longer needs them. Species death like this is nothing more than a shift in the aggregate psychic agenda. In ages past the beast in man was hidden in the dark, disavowed. The transparency of modern history makes that impossible: We’ve seen ourselves in the concentration camps, the gulags, the jungles, the killing fields, we’ve read ourselves in the annals of True Crime. Technology turned up the lights and now there’s no getting away from the fact: The beast is redundant. It’s been us all along.

— Glen Duncan

Whatever doesn't kill them, makes them make reality TV shows...

— Glen Duncan

Where ever there's guilt there's violence, and if guilt is a smell then violence is a taste: strawberries and formaldehyde and Irish blood.

— Glen Duncan

Why do people who read Shakespeare still spend hours watching shitty TV or staring out of the window or arguing about whose dinner party to go to?

— Glen Duncan

You can't live in dread of something for long without beginning to crave it.

— Glen Duncan

You love life because life's all there is.

— Glen Duncan

You think horror enters spectacularly. It doesn't. It just prosaically turns up. Even in the first seconds you know you'll find it a room.

— Glen Duncan

You took a life and the theft went unpunished. God didn't strike you down. The sky didn't fall. The morning after, you turned on the faucet and water still came out... It was still good when you raised your arm for a cab and one came towards you out of the flow like magic. You did things that were supposed to end you and found they were only things that changed you. It was a disappointment and a revelation and a bereavement and a new thrilling nudity. It was the basic prosaic obscenity: You kept going.

— Glen Duncan