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.

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.

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

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

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.