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.

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.

Editors always want to know what you're working on, what you're thinking about.

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

There are a lot of reasons to doubt things.

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

I think Stephen King must be the most terrified person in the universe.