There should be no telephone in your writing room, certainly no TV or videogames for you to fool around with. If there’s a window, draw the curtains or pull down the shades unless it looks out at a blank wall.

There’s always a choice. That’s God’s way, always will be. Your will is still free. Do as you will. There’s no set of leg-irons on you. But... this is what God wants of you.

He smiles a lot. But I think there might be worms inside him making him smile.

Do you drink?" "Of course,I just said I was a writer.

I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and fries.

They walked through the rainy dark like gaunt ghosts, and Garraty didn't like to look at them. They were the walking dead.

There’s always someone who knows something.