To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.

I try not to worry about rewriting books that worked well the first time. I'm too busy writing new books to worry about things that are already in print

Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.

I turned down Halloween parties every year, where people wanted zombies raised at the stroke of midnight or some such nonsense. The scarier my reputation got, the more people wanted me to come be scary for them. I'd told Bert I could always go and threaten to shoot all the partygoers, that'd be scary. Bert had not been amused. But he had stopped asking me to do parties.

I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you.

Richard was a riddle with no answer, and I was tired of playing a game I couldn't win.

Guarantees are for major appliances, not for murder.