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

I'm one of those people who doesn't really know what he thinks until he writes it down.

My books depend on someone in danger, putting pieces together and figuring things out. They do a lot of thinking, and that gets lost in the movie.

Resistance to change is proportional to how much the future might be altered by any given act.

Your hair is winter fire January embers My heart burns there, too.

Do you believe in an afterlife?" the gunslinger asked him as Brown dropped three ears of hot corn onto his plate. Brown nodded. "I think this is it.

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