He remembered waking up once, listening to the wind, thinking of all the dark and rushing cold outside and all the warmth of this bed, filled with their peaceful heat under two quilts, and wishing it could be like this forever.

I think the best writers are voracious readers who pick up the cadences and the feel of narration through a number of different books. And you begin by maybe copying the style of writers that really knocked you out.

Writing is like a little hole in reality that you can go through and you can get out and you can be someplace else for a while.

Time slowed and reality bent; on and on the eggman went.

Give a man or woman back his self-respect, and in most cases-not all, but most-you also give back that person's ability to think with at least some clarity.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

The simple truth of things is that bad dreams are far better than bad wakings.