You try as a parent. You love beyond reason. You fight beyond endurance. You hope beyond despair. You never think, until the very last moment, that it still might not be enough.

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

Who do you love? It's a question anyone should be able to answer. A question that defines a life, creates a future, guides most minutes of one's days. Simple, elegant encompassing. Who do you love?

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

I'm not the most detailed writer. I have a tendency to be more action-oriented vs. descriptive.

It wasn’t that strangers couldn’t hurt you. It was simply that the people you loved could do it so much better.

Whomever speaks first gives up some power.