People who go to work every day, make sacrifices to raise families, and get through life without hurting other people if they can help it-those are the real heros.
Never leave a friend behind. Friends are all we have to get us through this life – and they are the only things from this world that we could hope to see in the next.
You can’t always win arguments as a writer, but you have to just go ahead and say, well, I’m doing it that way anyway.
Where there is cake, there is hope. And there is always cake.
When a liar became too skilled at deception, he could lose the ability to discern truth, and could himself be more easily deceived.
I always enjoyed the kids, but I didn’t enjoy the bureaucracy of the educational system.
Lies hurt people; imagination makes life more fun.
Readers will stay with an author, no matter what the variations in style and genre, as long as they get that sense of story, of character, of empathetic involvement.
Without trust, there can be no tranquil resting of the mind.
While I like people, I do also like being alone in a room and seeing what you can do with a particular theme or subject.
Fear is a poison produced by the mind, and courage is the antidote stored always ready in the soul.
My life would be constrained by the horror and fierce rage that my appearance inspired, but I would know peace as well as fear, tenderness as well as brutality, and even love in a time of cruelty.
In each little life, we can see great truth and beauty, and in each little life we glimpse the way of all things in the universe. If we alow ourselves to be enchanted by the beauty of the ordinary, we begin to see that all things extraordinary.
I have been reading Stephen King since CARRIE and hope to read him for many years to come.
Writing a novel is like making love, but it’s also like having a tooth pulled. Pleasure and pain. Sometimes it’s like making love while having a tooth pulled.
If something in your writing gives support to people in their lives, that’s more than just entertainment-w hich is what we writers all struggle to do, to touch people.
There’s sometimes a weird benefit to having an alcoholic, violent father. He really motivated me in that I never wanted to be anything like him.
He said, if you allow yourself to be enchanted by the beauty to be seen in even ordinary things, then all things proved to be extraordinary.
I am no theologian. I would not be surprised, however, if Heaven proved to be a cozy kitchen, where delicious treats appeared in the oven and in the refrigerator whenever you wanted them, and where the cupboards were full of good books.
Like all of us in this storm between birth and death, I can wreak no great changes on the world, only small changes for the better, I hope, in the lives of those I love.