I'm not sure I believe in the whole 'ghost-afterlife' thing, but I think places are marked by people who have been there.

I don't think I've ever had a mentor. The closest thing is my friend Christopher Fowler, another writer. Chris kept me sane for a long time before I made it.

This isn't the first time the world has come to an end, and it won't be the last either.

Somehow the anticipation of pain can be even more troubling, more a misery than the pain itself.

The past is an obdurate stranger that puts as many marks on us as we attempt to impose on it.

I dream a lot, in colour and in sound and scent. Quite a few of my stories have come from dreams.

A spider brings good luck before midnight and bad luck after.