How life did imitate art sometimes. And the cruder the art, the closer the imitation.
Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good.
A short story is like a kiss in the dark.
A change is as good as a rest.
For a moment he felt a wild hope: perhaps this really was a nightmare. Perhaps he would awake in his own bed, bathed in sweat, shaking, maybe even crying . . . but alive. Safe. Then he pushed the thought away. Its charm was deadly, its comfort fatal.
Upon being asked by a fan how to become a writer, Stephen King replied, "Write.