Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.

It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.

But see that you get on. That's your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. Pull your act together and just go on.

The more fiction you read and write, the more you'll find your paragraphs forming on their own.

I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - just forget it.

Seven, Richie thought. That's the magic number. There has to be seven of us. That's the way it's supposed to be.

I can't lie and say there are no bad writers. Sorry, but there are lots of bad writers.