All you need to do is hold on tight...and believe.

Once, during the drinking phase, Wendy had accused him of desiring his own destruction but not possessing the necessary moral fiber to support a full-blown deathwish. So he manufactured ways in which other people could do it, lopping a piece at a time off himself and their family.

What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings, and that's neveer a good sign.

It's hard for me to believe that people who read very little (or not at all in some cases) should presume to write and expect people to like what they have written.

When love leaves the world, all hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.

I am in trouble here. This woman is not right.

I love my sons and I love that they are writers - I also love my daughter, who's a minister and an orchard keeper! - but I wouldn't wish the burden of Mid-World and the Dark Tower on them. I enjoy working with them, though, because we fit together.