Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.

Description begins in the writer’s imagination, but should finish in the reader’s.

Roland had taught him that self-deception was nothing but pride in disguise, an indulgence to be denied.

The dream didn't fade as dreams usually do upon waking.

Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe.

No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.

...writing fiction...is no job for intellectual cowards.