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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

Tell me this. What is it with men and feeling like they have to act like self-destructive superheroes whenever trouble shows up?”“It’s the only way we know how to love.

There was something awesome in the thought of the solitary mortal standing by the open window and summoning in from the gloom outside the spirits of the nether world.

I kept thinking of her eyes, the depths of them, the way she looked right into me, and I wasn't afraid of what she'd find.

I doubt if a single individual could be found from the whole of mankind free from some form of insanity. The only difference is one of degree.

From beginning to end this is a wet and blood smeared voyage, this begetting and birthing and moving away.

I wouldn’t say I was really into fashion before modelling; I was into creation.

I have a fantastic method for anti-ageing. It's eating. Plumps out your skin beautifully.

There's a fairly extensive network of musicians on tour who are all trying to stay sober, and we generally reach out to each other and offer support when and where we can.

While it is February one can taste the full joys of anticipation. Spring stands at the gate with her finger on the latch.

The Louvre is the book in which we learn to read.

Other countries have their history. Uruguay has its football.