I don't feel like writing any more ghost stories.

I never thought that people my own age could die, let alone be murdered. Things like that didn't happen in 1955. The suburbs were a safe place, where nobody even locked their doors.

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

There are a lot of reasons to doubt things.

A story comes to you; it isn't like you choose it. You have no real control.

They always talk about teenagers thinking their lives will never end. I expected my life to end at any minute, every day.

I still have this deep-down fear that if I go poking into the bushes I might find a dead body.