She was pondering the option of law school, the great American baby-sitter for directionless postgrads.

Stephen King reached out to me twenty-five years ago and taught me some valuable lessons. In return, I've tried to be generous with my time over the years with young writers. I've given them my email and said if you need someone to talk to, I've been through it.

I'm being followed so much I'm causing traffic jams.

One thing that drives me nuts... well, let me ask you, when writers write do they not use quotation marks anymore?

I looked at her and tried to speak, but all I could think about was how shocked she'd be if I said what I was thinking.

You burn a man's pickup, and he's ready for war.

I was on the verge of tears, so I turned and ran past the trailer and along the field road until I was safely out of their sight. Then I ducked into the cotton and waited for friendly voices. I sat on the hot ground, surrounded by stalks four feet tall, and I cried, something I really hated to do.