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

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.

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.

I still have this deep-down fear that if I go poking into the bushes I might find a dead body.

Your fear of becoming a cliche is what turns you into one. If you remove the fear, we are all really walking contradictions, hypocrites and paradoxical cliches

The only people that can't handle the truth are those that suffer so much anxiety that they will live in denial, in order to prevent their illusion from being destroyed and feeling more anxiety.

Kindness can be short, sweet, transient, and random, but its effects echo forever.

I escape disaster by writing a poem with a joke in it:The past, present, and future walk into a bar—it was tense.

The future of our society today lies in the legacy we leave behind for our children.

Your face is a billboard advertising your philosophy of life!

Man, the Beatles were so high, they let Ringo sing a coupla tunes. Tell me they weren't partyin'.

If you are a Christian, you are free to think that all these religions, even the queerest ones, contain at least some hint of the truth.

We have a tendency to put ourselves last, we concentrate on everything else; work, friends, family, home issues, but we ignore the deeper stuff until it becomes so compressed that it can explode.

I wake up in the morning, walk downstairs, and just bang on the piano and write about what's going on in the world around me.