So we dream on. Thus we invent our lives. We give ourselves a sainted mother, we make our father a hero; and someone’s older brother and someone’s older sister – they become our heroes too. We invent what we love and what we fear. There is always a brave lost brother – and a little lost sister, too. We dream on and on: the best hotel, the perfect family, the resort life. And our dreams escape us almost as vividly as we can imagine them.

A writer's job is to imagine everything so personally that the fiction is as vivid as memories.

He was one of those people things came easily to, but he did little to demonstrate that he deserved to be gifted.

We are formed by what we desire

Kids are perfect people till grownups get their hands on them.

The unspoken factor is love. The reason I can work so hard at my writing is that it's not work for me.

Anyone can be sentimental about the nativity; any fool can feel like a Christian at Christmas. But Easter is the main event; if you don’t believe in the resurrection, you’re not a believer." “If you don’t believe in Easter,” Owen Meany said. “Don’t kid yourself—Don’t call yourself a Christian.