This is a short book because most books about writing are filled with bullshit.

Adults are the real monsters.

The idea for a novel is like a little tiny fire in a dark night. And, one by one, the characters come and stand around it and warm their hands.

Small towns harbor small imaginations.

It's not the pain I'm afraid of; I know about the pain. What I'm afraid of is the end of this small, sweet dream.

Silent white light filled the world. And the righteous and unrighteous alike were consumed in that holy fire.

There’s always a choice. That’s God’s way, always will be. Your will is still free. Do as you will. There’s no set of leg-irons on you. But... this is what God wants of you.