If I can get it down on paper without puking all over the word processor, then as far as I'm concerned, it's fit to see the light of day.

There’s always someone who knows something.

I do believe that when we're in the process of dying, that all these emergency circuits in the brain take over. I base what I'm saying not on any empirical evidence. I think it's very possible that when you're dying, these circuits open up, which would explain this whole white-light phenomena - when people clinically die and they see their relatives and stuff and say, "Hello, it's great to see you."

All I ask is that you do as well as you can, and remember that, while to write adverbs is human, to write he said or she said is divine.

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

It's a poorboy sanditch,' Roland said. 'With lots of mayo, whatever that is. I'd want a sauce that didn't look quite so much like come, myself, but may it do ya fine.

No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.