I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

I love my sons and I love that they are writers - I also love my daughter, who's a minister and an orchard keeper! - but I wouldn't wish the burden of Mid-World and the Dark Tower on them. I enjoy working with them, though, because we fit together.

Sometimes when you're young, you have moments of such happiness, you think you're living on someplace magical, like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.

I don't want to just mess with your head. I want to mess with your life.... I want you to miss appointments, burn dinner, skip your homework. I want you to tell your wife to take that moonlight stroll on the beach at Waikiki with the resort tennis pro while you read a few more chapters.

Sometimes stories cry out to be told in such loud voices that you write them just to shut them up.

An idea is like a cold germ: sooner or later someone always catches it.

Your pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you. Now eat your pie.