If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.

The color white is the absence of memory.

They were nice enough people and all, but there wasn't much love in them. Because they were too busy being afraid. Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear, just as plants didn't grow very well in a place where it was always dark.

Definition of a wanderer: a guy who's always looking beyond.

She can't help it,' he said. 'She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.

Legends grow beards, and twenty-three years is plenty of time to grow a long one.

I'm most afraid of losing my mind. You lose your identity, your sense of who you are, where you are.