To make the reader afraid, I had to be afraid.

Psychological horror is more interesting to me than the explicitly physical.

Sometimes people close a door because they’re trying to figure out a way to get you to knock.

Monsters just outside our peripheral vision are scarier to contemplate than monsters miles away or in someplace only a fool would set foot in.

Horror, for me, is not defined by the thing that provokes ones fear, but the human being who has contact with it.

Your melancholy. Or depression. Along with nine-tenths of the afflictions I've studied, diagnosed, attempted to treat. Call them whatever you like, but they're just different names for loneliness. That's what lets the darkness in. That's what you have to fight.

If the hairs on my neck stand up while Im writing, I figure the reader will get the same kind of shock.