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.

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

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

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

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

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