A person could see a lot without ever leaving his own living room. Especially if he had the right tools.

Jake went in, aware that he had, for the first time in three weeks, opened a door without hoping madly to find another world on the other side. A bell jingled overhead. The mild, spicy smell of old books hit him, and the smell was somehow like coming home.

Hemingway sucks. If I set out to write that way, it would have been been hollow and lifeless because it wasn't me.

I am religious in the sense that I believe in God and I believe that there is an abiding logical spirit that controls what goes on to a certain extent.

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

Long days and pleasant nights

Readers have a loyalty that cannot be matched anywhere else in the creative arts, which explains why so many writers who have run out of gas can keep coasting anyway, propelled on to the bestseller lists by the magic words AUTHOR OF on the covers of their books.