Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.

By and large... the good's an illusion, little fables folks tell themselves so they can get through their days without screaming too much.

You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.

The first draft of a book—even a long one—should take no more than three months, the length of a season.

You cannot friend a hawk, they said, unless you are a hawk yourself, alone and only a sojourner in the land, without friends or the need of them.

Roland grabbed Jake and hauled him to his feet. “You came!” Jake shouted. “You really came!” “I came, yes. By the grace of the gods and the courage of my friends, I came.

When asked, "How do you write?" I invariably answer, "One word at a time," and the answer is invariably dismissed. But that is all it is. It sounds too simple to be true, but consider the Great Wall of China, if you will: one stone at a time, man. That's all. One stone at a time. But I've read you can see that motherfucker from space without a telescope.