Animals don't know as much about jealousy as people, but they're not ignorant of it, either.

I have an idea of how the book will finish up, but it very rarely finishes up the way that I think it's going to.

And I wonder if there is really any point to what I'm doing, or what I'm supposed to make of a world where a man can get rich playing "let's pretend

Time's the thief of memory

Writing is not life, but I think that sometimes it can be a way back to life.

Do you believe in an afterlife?" the gunslinger asked him as Brown dropped three ears of hot corn onto his plate. Brown nodded. "I think this is it.

If you can't laugh when things go bad--laugh and put on a little carnival--then you're either dead or wishing you were.