Explanations are such cheap poetry.

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them.

When you write, you want to get rid of the world, don’t you? Of course you do. When you’re writing, you’re creating your own worlds.

Outlines are the last resource of bad fiction writers who wish to God they were writing masters' theses.

You're dead, George. You just don't have the sense to lie down.

God turned out to be a bunch of bad little kids playing interstellar Xbox. Isn't that funny?

When machines fail, when technology fails, when the conventional religion fails, people have got to have something. Even a zombin lurching through the night can seem pretty cheerful compared to the existential comedy/horror of the ozone layer dissolving under the combined assult of a million flurocarbon spray cans of deoderant." - The Mist