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

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

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

I was terrified of funerals.

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.

The rules are very strict.