Pride was the belt you used to hold your pants up when you had no pants.

Kindle, isn’t it?” the waitress asked. “I got one for Christmas, and I love it. I’m reading my way through all of Jodi Picoult’s books.” “Oh, probably not all of them,” Wesley said. “Huh? Why not?” “She’s probably got another one done already. That’s all I meant.” “And James Patterson’s probably written one since he got up this morning!” she said, and went off chortling.

People with a high tolerance for boredom can get a lot of thinking done.

Roland grabbed Jake and hauled him to his feet. “You came!” Jake shouted. “You really came!” “I came, yes. By the grace of the gods and the courage of my friends, I came.

They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.

Clear communication between selves - the surface self and the deep self - is the enemy of self-doubt. It slays confusion.

there's no harm in hoping for the best as long as you're prepared for the worst.