The dead body of Gardenia was crashing around the cabin, eyes rolling in its head and mouth grinning crazily.

Still, that was the city, a great big filthy breeding-place for vermin – animal and human.

I’m not into high literature, but I think all my books are literate.

He never walked away from a problem, but occasionally liked to bury it and dig it up later.

I hate violence, and I didn’t plan to write horror; it just poured out of me.

I’ve always suffered from being labelled a horror writer – just because I didn’t go to university, just because I still talk in my natural voice, just because I’m not as articulate as Martin Amis.

I’ve actually seen a ghost, so I know they’re really around.

Terror was the key, of course, for there’s a fine line between paralyzing dread and galvanizing fright.

For me, a good friend is someone you might only see once or twice a year but each time it feels as though you’ve just seen them last week.

I’m very cagey about making friends, and I rarely do.