Writing's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.

Sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.

But who can foresee such things? None of us can predict the final outcomes of our actions, and few of us even try; most of us just do what we do to prolong a moment's pleasure or to stop the pain. And even when we act for the noblest reasons, the last link of the chain all too often drips with someone's blood.

It's a hard life if you don't weaken.

Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.

Marriage is referred to in the bible as “mystical union,” and it really is in the sense that two people who don’t know each other get together. I’m always interested in how much you find out about the other person and how much you don’t find out.

Roland had taught him that self-deception was nothing but pride in disguise, an indulgence to be denied.