Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.

Dolls with no little girls around to mind them were sort of creepy under any conditions.

There's one novel, Cujo, that I barely remember writing at all.

There had never been a shortage of fools in the world

I believe the first draft of a book — even a long one — should take no more than three months…Any longer and — for me, at least — the story begins to take on an odd foreign feel, like a dispatch from the Romanian Department of Public Affairs, or something broadcast on high-band shortwave duiring a period of severe sunspot activity.

Now panic beats and flutters inside my skull like a flock of starlings locked in an attic.

Optimism is a perfectly legitimate response to failure.