It takes a lot of bad writing to get to a little good writing.

[T]he army of wrongness rampant in the world might as well march over me.

Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.

Imagination, of course, can open any door - turn the key and let terror walk right in.

Some prisons don't allow guitar because the strings can be detached and used as weapons.

I'll never get used to anything. Anybody that does they might as well be dead.

Great fury, like great whisky, requires long fermentation.