I'm still in love with what I do, with the idea of making things up, so hours when I write always feel like very blessed hours to me.

You say true, I say thankya.

I started after him...and the clown looked back. I saw Its eyes, and all at once I understood who It was." "Who was it, Don?" Harold Gardner asked softly. "It was Derry," Don Hagarty said. "It was this town.

Humans were built to look back; that's why we have that swivel joint in our necks

As a young man just beginning to publish some short fiction in the t&a magazines, I was fairly optimistic about my chances of getting published; I knew that I had some game, as the basketball players say these days, and I also felt that time was on my side; sooner or later the best-selling writers of the sixties and seventies would either die or go senile, making room for newcomers like me.

Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good.

Anger is the most useless emotion," Henchick intoned, "destructive to the mind and hurtful to the heart.