The best horror novels open up, "It was beautiful summer day and the smell of flowers emanated throughout the air.

Which is the true nightmare, the horrific dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?

I don't imagine book elitists as my audience when writing. I dream about teachers, morticians and garbage men instead.

We may think of ourselves as static anti-heroes, but in reality we're dynamic protagonists just waiting for our courage to kick in.

I don't remember ever signing up for weird. It just sort of happened.