Description is what makes the reader a sensory participant in the story.
Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.
Fiction is the truth inside the lie.
Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good.
The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life but Size.
Lying in the bed that had once held two, Lisey thought alone never felt more lonely than when you woke up and discovered you still had the house to yourself. That you and the mice in the walls were the only ones still breathing.