In a book, even the real bastards can't hurt you. And you can never loose a friend you make in a book. When you get to a sad part, no one's there to see you cry. Or wonder why you don't cry when you should.

Rub-a-dub-dub. Cerebrum in a tub.

Being alone can be good. It's easy to find peace alone. But sometimes, being alone is a king of death.

When a knot gets to tight, you can always cut the rope

I don't write a quick draft and then revise; instead, I work slowly page by page, revising and polishing.

I never discuss a novel while I'm writing it, for fear that talking about it will diminish my desire to write it.

The broom wasn't as comforting as a flamethrower would have been, but it was better than a mop and certainly more threatening than a feather duster.