I just hated the law. I wasnt cut out for it. I couldnt imagine spending my life doing that, so I quit before I began.

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.

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.

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

Theres something in human nature that says we need to have at least one symbolic place where chaos and dark desires can live.

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