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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.