I think it's dead bodies that really haunt me.

Odd, isn't it? You know when your birthday is, but not your death day, even though you pass the date year after year, never suspecting that some day.

I've come to the conclusion that you can't write scary books unless you're easily scared yourself.

I was terrified of funerals.

You look back on some little decision you made and realize all the things that happened because of it, and you think to yourself "if only I'd known," but, of course, you couldn't have known.

I think more people now have relationships with agents than with editors. And I don't have an agent.

There are a lot of reasons to doubt things.