Perfect Paranoia Is Perfect Awareness.

There's Nothing Like Stories On A Windy Night When Folks Have Found A Warm Place In A Cold World.

This Is Probably The Single Great Subject Of Horror Fiction: Our Need To Cope With A Mystery That Can Be Understood Only With The Aid Of A Helpful Imagination.

As A Teenager, I Read A Lot Of H.p. Lovecraft, So I Wrote Like H.p. Lovecraft. And In My 20s, I Read A Lot Of Ross Macdonald And Raymond Chandler, So I Wrote Like Those Guys. But, Little By Little, You Develop Your Own Style.

Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?

And In The Gunslinger's Mind, Those Words Echoed: You Dare Not.