I don't feel like writing any more ghost stories.

Odd, isn't it? You know when your birthday is, but not your death day, even though you pass the date year after year, never suspecting that some day.

I think it's dead bodies that really haunt me.

A story comes to you; it isn't like you choose it. You have no real control.

You look back on some little decision you made and realize all the things that happened because of it, and you think to yourself "if only I'd known," but, of course, you couldn't have known.

The water is DEEP AND DARK AND DANGEROUS

The rules are very strict.

I never thought that people my own age could die, let alone be murdered. Things like that didn't happen in 1955. The suburbs were a safe place, where nobody even locked their doors.

I think more people now have relationships with agents than with editors. And I don't have an agent.

I think Stephen King must be the most terrified person in the universe.

You have to be easily scared to know what it's like to be scared.

A place that proves if you get enough talented people in a room, one or two are bound to offer some helpful advice. Kind if like monkeys with typewriters.

Jealousy in any form will cloud thinking and form bad habits. Jealousy is an addiction.

Find patience in the breath of life.

Feeble and timid minds . . . consider the use of dilatory and ambiguous measures as the most admirable efforts of consummate prudence.

Etgar means "challenge." And my family name is Keret, which means "urban." So my name is "urban challenge." My joke is, it's a good description of a birth but a strange name for a human being.

The reviewer always has hold of the wrong horror.

Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing.

How lovely this world is, really: one simply has to look.

The infinite we shall do right away. The finite may take a little longer.

Technology is for us. All of us. People who carry things.