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

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

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

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

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.

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