Maybe they did what they had to do to live, and tried to get a little love and have a little fun before the darkness took them.

If you're a freelance writer and aren't used to being ignored, neglected, and generally given short shrift, you must not have been in the business very long.

I don't like to talk about work in progress, but the novel I'm working on now is definitely not horror.

My dad told me that no one could ever make it as a writer, that my chances were equivalent to winning the lottery - which was good for me, because I like to have something to prove.

If you want something, you don't wait for the world to deal it out for you. You take it.

You hold onto what you have; you do not give it up easily, even when you know it is poisoning you.

In the Netherlands I read the first chapter of Exquisite Corpse to an audience that laughed in all the places I thought were funny - an experience I've never had in America!