It turns out that there is something that can compete with free: easy.

In our world no one ever knows what to do, and everyone's just as clueless and full of crap as everyone else, and you have to figure it all out by yourself. And even after you've figured it out and done it, you'll never know whether you were right or wrong. You'll never know if you put the ring in the right volcano, or if things might have gone better if you hadn't.

I guess I was raised in a household with a lot of reverence for the physical sanctity of books. You didn't destroy books.

Read everything. If you haven't read everything, you'll never be able to write anything.

I'm not one of your knockabout, knuckle-scarred, Internet-controversy-courting book critics. Occasionally I stumble into controversy accidentally, but not because I enjoy it. It's probably just because I'm a weird person.

The problem with growing up is that once you're grown up, the people who aren't grown up aren't fun anymore.

Do you promise to hate my parents as much as I do?" "Oh, absolutely," Quentin said. "Maybe even more.