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

I was terrified of funerals.

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

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 don't feel like writing any more ghost stories.

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