I was sitting one day and thinking about cannibalism, because that's what guys like me do... and I thought, suppose a guy was washed up on a rocky island, how much of himself could he eat?

I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was 12 - Jesus, did you?

First comes smiles, then lies. Last is gunfire.-Roland Deschain, of Gilead

The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows

And in real life endings aren't always neat, whether they're happy endings, or whether they're sad endings.

Good writing is often about letting go of fear and affectation. Affectation itself, beginning with the need to define some sorts of writing as 'good' and other sorts as 'bad' is fearful behavior.

The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.