If I may borrow from George R. R. Martin, she is my sun and stars.
I'm a slow reader, but I usually get through seventy or eighty books a year, most fiction. I don't read in order to study the craft; I read because I like to read
I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we´re still alive.
I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, did you?
I don’t want to speak too disparagingly of my generation (actually I do, we had a chance to change the world but opted for the Home Shopping Network Instead)…
Hicks was examining the paperbacks Maura had culled from the shelves: Peter Straub, Clive Barker, Joe Hill.
Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.
Hearts are tough, Most times they don't break. Most times they are only bend
He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him making him smile.
He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation’s equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on? Harry Blakemoor died with his tie on. I like it, Larry.
Get busy living or get busy dying.
Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard.
Flip-flop, hippety-hop, offa your rocker and over the top, life's a fiction and the world's a lie, so put on some Creedence and let's get high.
Eddie saw great things and near misses. Albert Einstein as a child, not quite struck by a run-away milk-wagon as he crossed a street. A teenage boy named Albert Schweitzer getting out of a bathtub and...
Don't ask me silly questionsI won't play silly gamesI'm just a simple choo choo trainAnd I'll always be the same.I only want to race alongBeneath the bright blue skyAnd be a happy choo choo trainUntil...
But see that you get on. That's your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. Pull your act together and just go on.
But people love a hypocrite, you know——they recognize one of their own, and it always feels so good when someone gets caught with his pants down and his dick up and it isn't you.
But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.
A good novelist does not lead his characters, he follows them. A good novelist does not create events, he watches them happen and then writes down what he sees.
A boy who once wiped his ass with poison ivy probably doesn't belong in a smart people's club.