“And he pictured her down below, turning slowly in the currents, her skin pale blue in the cold rays of sunlight slanting down through the water, her hair flowing lazily around her face.” — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
Except I think it feels more like an empty stomach than a broken heart. An aching hollowness that food can't cure. You know. You've… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
My feeling about fiction, regardless of the genre, is that it is meant to be a representation of life. I want my books to… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
In my vast experience, I've found it always wiser to go along with female advice… First, you make them happy by doing what they… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
A few of my books, over the years, have been optioned for film. The subject matter of my books, however, is not exactly conducive… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
“And he pictured her down below, turning slowly in the currents, her skin pale blue in the cold rays of sunlight slanting down through… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
“My eyes are brown. So are my teeth. Just kidding about the teeth.” — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
I don't worry much about whether or not one of my stories contains elements of the supernatural. If I come up with what I… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
“Trapped inside the snotrag,” Keith said, “is a crumb of angel food trying to get out.” Lana” — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
