Jake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.

Reading a good long novel is in many ways like having a long and satisfying affair

I'm convinced that FEAR is at the root, of all bad writing

It's actually against my religion to laugh at men who are toting guns.

I always felt that organized religion was just basically a theological insurance scam where they're saying if you spend time with us, guess what, you're going to live forever, you're going to go to some other plain where you're going to be so happy, you'll just be happy all the time, which is also kind of a scary idea to me.

Grammar is...the pole you grab to get your thoughts up on their feet and walking.

Sometimes dead is better