They say The Pacific has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.
There’s always a choice. That’s God’s way, always will be. Your will is still free. Do as you will. There’s no set of leg-irons on you. But... this is what God wants of you.
There's nothing like stories on a windy night when folks have found a warm place in a cold world.
There's a Mr. Hyde for every happy Jekyll face, a dark face on the other side of the mirror.
There may be fairies, there may be elves, but God helps those who help themselves.
Then, instead of telling her that where there was life there was hope, or to let a smile be her umbrella, or that it was always darkest just before the dawn, or anything else that had just lately fall...
The world's a hard place, Danny. It don't care. It don't hate you and me, but it don't love us, either. Terrible things happen in the world, and they're things no one can explain. Good people die in b...
The medical definition of is misdiagnosis.
The man in black smiled. Shall we tell the truth then, you and I? No more lies?I thought we had been.But the man in black persisted as if Roland hadn't spoken. Shall there be truth between us, as two...
Talent renders the whole idea of rehearsal meaningless; when you find something at which you are talented, you do it (whatever it is) until your fingers bleed or your eyes are ready to fall out of you...
She couldn't be on his wavelength all the time. That's all. When you could recognize that and deal with it, you were on your way to an adult relationship.
Nobody likes to see a stupid guy wise up.
May be she’ll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain.
Let's get one thing clear right now, shall we? There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good story ideas seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you...
It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.
It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn't in the middle of the room. Life isn't a support system for art. It's the othe...
I read a jaw-dropping online defense of these weapons from a California woman recently. Guns, she said, are just tools. Like spoons, she said. Would you outlaw spoons simply because some people use th...
I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12 - Jesus, did you?
I like to get ten pages a day, which amounts to 2,000 words. That’s 180,000 words over a three-month span, a goodish length for a book — something in which the reader can get happily lost, if the tale...
I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.