I always just wanted to be funny. I never really planned to be scary.
I've had a very sheltered life. What can happen to you if you stay home writing all day?
I have a great office.
At least I can write.
I've killed hundreds of teenagers. Hundreds. And I didn't know why. Why did I enjoy doing it so much? Why? And then I realized - I had a teenager at home!
I guess I'm way too kind and generous, and a saint - if you can believe that!