Swear to me swear to me that if it isn't dead you'll all come back.

I hold to no God," Roland said. "I hold to the Tower, and won't pray to that.

Talent is a dreadfully cheap commodity, cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work and study; a constant process of honing. Talent is a dull knife that will cut nothing unless it is wielded with great force.

Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.

I'm seen as somebody who writes for adults because I'm an older man myself. Some of them find me, and a lot of them don't.

I am in trouble here. This woman is not right.

It's a writer's job to carve with language, to hew close to the bone.