Ninety-five percent of people who walk the earth are simply inert. One percent are saints, and one percent are assholes. The other three percent are people who do what they say they can do.

Guys like Henry and his buddies were an accident waiting to happen; the little kids' version of floods or tornadoes or gallstones.

A broken spoon may be a fork in disguise.

We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.

You'll consider what you did wrong & bookend your reflections with hunger - no supper, no breakfast.

The world was the Overlook Hotel, where the party never ended. Where the dead were alive forever.

I'm seen as somebody who writes for adults because I'm an older man myself. Some of them find me, and a lot of them don't.