First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire.-Roland Deschain, of Gilead

Only library books speak with such wordless eloquence of the power good stories hold over us.

A dimwit thinks nothing is funny unless it's mean.

There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good stories seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky.

A place is yours when you know where all the roads go.

If you were a real fascistic society and you had a vocal minority that was shouting, "Stop this, stop that, stop the other thing," what you would say is, "Let's give them all the drugs they want." In a lot of states, something very much like that happened. They lowered the drinking age to eighteen and said, "Get juiced."

He who speaks without an attentive ear is mute.