I'm a situational writer. You give me a situation, like a writer gets in a car crash, breaks his leg, is kidnapped by his number-one fan, and is kept in a cabin and forced to write a book - everything else springs from there. You really don't have to work once you've had the idea. All you have to do is kind of take dictation from something inside.

I have an idea of how the book will finish up, but it very rarely finishes up the way that I think it's going to.

Panic is highly contagious, especially in situations when nothing is known and everything is in flux.

The poets continually and sometimes wilfully mistake love. Love is the old slaughterer.

I think a lot of times dreams are nothing more than a kind of mental or spiritual flatulence. They're a way of relieving pressure.

I think most of us are fascinated by the macabre and by the weird and even the nastiness that comes along.

They say that loving eyes can never see, but that's a fool's axiom. Sometimes, they see too much