Crying was like pissing everything out on the ground.
Any game looks straight if everyone is being cheated at once.
Animals don't know as much about jealousy as people, but they're not ignorant of it, either.
The reason authors almost always put a dedication on a book is, because their selfishness even horrifies themselves in the end.
Writing is the act of finding out what I think.
Teaching school is like having jumper cables hooked to your brain, draining all the juice out of you.
Such grave matters as sin and forgiveness should remain between man and God
...so I think writers are made and not born. But what you choose to write is buried so deeply inside it's like lodestones inside you and sooner or later you come near something that you're supposed to...
The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it's when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: th...
I was in enough to get along with people. I was never socially inarticulate. Not a loner. And that saved my life, saved my sanity. That and the writing. But to this day I distrust anybody who thought...
When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, 'Why god? Why me?' and the thundering voice of God answered, 'There's just s...
Where the world ends is where you must begin
We need ghost stories because we, in fact, are the ghosts.
Never's the word God listens for when he needs a laugh.
And so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.
You see? Size defeats us. For the fish, the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of existence and into a new uni...
What is writing? Writing is telepathy.
There’s always someone who knows something.
The harder you had to work to open a package, the less you ended up caring about what was inside.
The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but size. Size encompasses life, and the Tower encompasses size. The child, who is most at home with wonder, says: Daddy, what is above the sky? An...