Sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor

Nothing is ever lost, Sarah. Nothing that can't be found.

Reading in bed can be heaven, assuming you can get just the right amount of light on the page and aren't prone to spilling your coffee or cognac on the sheets.

Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.

A marriage was like a house under constant construction, each year seeing the completion of new rooms. A first-year marriage was a cottage; one that had gone on for twenty-seven years was a huge and rambling mansion. There were bound to be crannies and storage spaces, most of them dusty and abandoned, some containing a few unpleasant relics you would just as soon you hadn't found. But that was no biggie. You either threw those relics out or took them to Goodwill.

Roland had taught him that self-deception was nothing but pride in disguise, an indulgence to be denied.

The first movie I ever saw was a horror movie. It was Bambi. When that little deer gets caught in a forest fire, I was terrified, but I was also exhilarated.