The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them.

The Tower. He would come to the Dark Tower and there he would sing their names; there he would sing their names; there he would sing all their names. The sun stained the east a dusky rose, and at last Roland, no longer the last gunslinger but one of the last three, slept and dreamed his angry dreams through which there ran only that one soothing blue thread: There I will sing all their names!

How to Draw a Picture (XII) Know when you're finished, and when you are, put your pencil or your paintbrush down. All the rest is only life.

By tomorrow at this time, I think you're going to have a much better idea of what crazy is. -- Ev Hillman

The only [working] ritual is making tea. I use the loose leaves and drink it by the gallon.

May be she’ll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain.

Sometimes stories cry out to be told in such loud voices that you write them just to shut them up.