Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.

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

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.

You're dead, George. You just don't have the sense to lie down.

What I'd show you is much more bizarre than anything we have looked at so far, and I warn you in advance that the first impulse will be to laugh. That's all right. Laugh if you must. Just don't take your eye off what you see, for even in your imagination, here is a creature who can do you damage.

You want to remember that while you're judging the book, the book is also judging you.

If there is love, smallpox scars are as pretty as dimples. I'll love your face no matter what it looks like. Because it's yours.