Psychological horror is more interesting to me than the explicitly physical.

I enjoy a special collegiality among other writers in the thriller community. They call me Canadas scariest writer, and I love that.

Horror, for me, is not defined by the thing that provokes ones fear, but the human being who has contact with it.

I just hated the law. I wasnt cut out for it. I couldnt imagine spending my life doing that, so I quit before I began.

To make the reader afraid, I had to be afraid.

Theres something in human nature that says we need to have at least one symbolic place where chaos and dark desires can live.

Monsters just outside our peripheral vision are scarier to contemplate than monsters miles away or in someplace only a fool would set foot in.

Sometimes people close a door because they’re trying to figure out a way to get you to knock.

If the hairs on my neck stand up while Im writing, I figure the reader will get the same kind of shock.

We need to kind of refresh our fear in order to refresh our understanding of how a safe place works.

Your melancholy. Or depression. Along with nine-tenths of the afflictions I've studied, diagnosed, attempted to treat. Call them whatever you like, but they're just different names for loneliness. That's what lets the darkness in. That's what you have to fight.