A light wind blew through here that carried with it scents of sadness and loss, not recognizable odors but smells that corresponded to nothing, chimerical fragrances able to evoke melancholic memories.

I write horror because I enjoy it. I'm endlessly fascinated by the supernatural, by death, by darkness. And, to be honest, I don't have much choice. This is the way my mind works.

Hope was a dangerous emotion that more often than not led men into foolishness and peril, made them risk their lives and lose their wives and part with fortunes that they never recovered.

I always thought the appeal for vampires are the same as religion, the desire to avoid death and live forever.

Life is short. Eternity is long.

I think the internet is a great marketing tool--but marketing is not my job. I'm a writer. My job is to write novels.

In real life, good people die all the time and a**holes can live long and happy lives. It's a crapshoot.