My head reeled at the sheer and startling beauty, the wide, bare openness of it. The sense of space, the vastness of the sky above and on either side made my heart race, I would have travelled a thousand miles to see this. I had never imagined such a place.

Ghost stories ... tell us about things that lie hidden within all of us, and which lurk outside all around us.

A book which is left on a shelf is a dead thing but it is also a chrysalis, an inanimate object packed with the potential to burst into new life.

I'm really quite hard to scare so it was about mining times when I have jumped, and what creeps me out.

I collect Victorian automata and coming across them in the dark does give you a little shudder.

It's just occurred to me that some horror films everybody laughs because they're so ridiculous and they're so frightening in a way, the filmmakers' are trying everything, that they just end up being funny.

For I see that then I was still all in a state of innocence, but that innocence, once lost, is lost forever.