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.

You have to be easily scared to know what it's like to be scared.

I was a coward. I'm still such a coward.

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

I was terrified of funerals.

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 think it's dead bodies that really haunt me.