There's no reason you should write any novel quickly.

I think that was when the headmaster realized he had lost; he realized then that he was finished. Because, what could he do? Was he going to tell us to stop praying? We kept our heads bowed; and we kept praying. Even as awkward as he was, the Rev. Mr. Merrill had made it clear to us that there was no end to praying for Owen Meany.

You've got to get obsessed and stay obsessed.

… and so he tried to accept the ache in his heart as what Dr. Larch would call the common symptoms of normal life.

I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice. Not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God. I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.

Goodnight you princes of Maine, you kings of New England.

Never confuse faith, or belief — of any kind — with something even remotely intellectual.