My life is a reading list.

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.

I'm old-fashioned, a storyteller. I'm not an analyst and I'm not an intellectual.

The more clearly one sees this world; the more one is obliged to pretend it does not exist.

The lie, of course, is more interesting.

Writing is hard. I learned how to work hard from wrestling, not English courses.

If you asked me one day, I might say, "Well, sometimes I feel a little bit religious." If you asked me another day, I'd just say flat out, "No."