My heart's with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want for nothing. He makes me lie down in the green pastures. He greases up my head with oil. He gives me kung-fu in the face of my enemies. Amen
And people who don’t dream, who don’t have any kind of imaginative life, they must… they must go nuts. I can’t imagine that.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there...and still on your feet.
The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there... and still on your feet.
Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.
Alone. Yes, that’s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn’t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.
When you write a story, you’re telling yourself the story. When you rewrite, your main job is taking out all the things that are not the story.
The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them.
The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn’t real. I know that, and I also know that if I’m careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.
Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don’t.
You can’t deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
Writing isn’t about making money, getting famous, getting dates, or making friends. It’s about enriching the lives of those who will read your work, and enriching your own life, as well.
It's a dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. But we'll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the dark. Especially in the dark.
Nightmares exist outside of logic, and there’s little fun to be had in explanations; they’re antithetical to the poetry of fear.
Fear is a powerful tool, but it can also be debilitating. Use it to your advantage, but don't let it control you.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and in the end, it's only with yourself.
First drafts are for your head, second drafts are for your heart, and third drafts are for your stomach.
The stories you write can stay with people long after they've finished reading them. Make them count.
Setting isn't just where the story takes place, it's a character in itself. It should be alive and breathing.
The more real your characters are, the more the reader will care about them, the more invested they will be in the story.
Sometimes you have to face your fears to get rid of them, but you have to get rid of your fears before you can face them.
There's something good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less inclined to hurt one another.
Deep down, I think we're all just a bunch of scared monkeys huddled together in the dark. My job is to show people the darkness.
Readers come to books with their own baggage of experiences. It's the writer's job to open a door, not build a wall.
Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn't carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.
Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.'
A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.
Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.
Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings.
We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness to another, remembering little of the one, and knowing nothing of the other.
Nightmares exist outside of logic, and there's little fun to be had in explanations; they're antithetical to the poetry of fear.
Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.
It’s a dance. And sometimes they turn the lights off in this ballroom. But we’ll dance anyway, you and I. Even in the dark. Especially in the dark.
You can't deny laughter; when it comes, it plops down in your favorite chair and stays as long as it wants.
Friends come and go, like the waves of the ocean, but the true ones stay like an octopus on your face.
Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.
