Who would I be, if other good souls did not make up for my shortcomings?

Death is not a tragedy to the one who dies; to have wasted the life before that death, that is the tragedy.

He would always speak the language of the heart with an awkward foreign accent.

I learned to separate the story from the writing, probably the most important thing that any storyteller has to learn-that there are a thousand right ways to tell a story, and ten million wrong ones, and you're a lot more likely to find one of the latter than the former your first time through the tale.

Whether he likes it or not, [he] cannot remain incognito forever. He has outraged too many wise men and pleased too many fools to hide behind his too-appropriate order to assume leadership of the forces of stupidity he has marshalled, or his enemies will unmask him in order to better understand the disease that has produced such a warped and twisted mind.

No book, however good, can survive a hostile reading.

Home is anywhere that you know all your friends and all your enemies.