When I got my very first phone call that I'd hit the 'New York Times' list, I had a small rush of 'I've made it!' But the next morning, it occurred to me I didn't know what it was, so I called my agent and asked what being a 'New York Times' bestselling author really meant. He informed me that I was now a thousand pound gorilla.

I loved ghost stories, creaky staircases, stormy nights. If it guaranteed nightmares I read it by flashlight, after midnight.

Life may not be perfect, at least it offered moments that were perfect enough.

I think one of the appeals of suspense is to safely explore our innermost fears.

Once, I was my mother's daughter. Now I am my daughter's mother.

Whomever speaks first gives up some power.

It is difficult to get men to pick up a female author. Women will read men, but men won't read women.