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

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

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.

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

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

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

We need to kind of refresh our fear in order to refresh our understanding of how a safe place works.