You build a character, a shell, and if you build it right, something comes to live inside it.

It sounds creepy, but I always liked the idea of disappearing then becoming something new. That of course was before I disappeared.

Real myths are often strange and startlingly unfamiliar, and don't always give up their meanings easily; you have to tease them out, and for me, that's one of the pleasures of reading older collections of lore.

There is a love of wood, as of other things that do not answer to our touch.

I never think about genre when I work. I've written fantasy, science fiction, supernatural fiction, and am now working on a suspense novel. Genres are mostly useful as a marketing tool, and to help booksellers known where to shelve a book.

You build a character, a shell, and if you build it right, something comes to live inside it.

But talent—if you don't encourage it, if you don't train it, it dies. It might run wild for a little while, but it will never mean anything. Like a wild horse. If you don't tame it and teach it to run on track, to pace itself and bear a rider, it doesn't matter how fast it is. It's useless.