A story is like a nut. A fool will swallow it whole and choke. A fool will throw it away, think it of little worth. But a wise woman finds a way to crack the shell and eat the meant inside.
I smiled back at him and for a second I almost felt guilty about how I’d written the receipt. I also felt guilty about the three pens I’d stolen, but only for a second. And since there was no convenient way to give them back, I stole a bottle of ink before I left.
I went looking for a legend and found a lizard. A fascinating lizard, but a lizard just the same.
Never quenched. Though I am doused in you, I burn.
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts.
The world is a mess and I just need to rule it.
There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.
Half of seeming clever is keeping your mouth shut at the right times.
I firmly believe that we’re all good people, but sometimes it’s hard to understand how to do good.
If I seem to wander, if I seem to stray, remember that true stories seldom take the straightest way.
It might not be true, but that doesn’t mean it’s nonsense.
It was wise enough to know itself, and brave enough to be itself, and wild enough to change itself while somehow staying altogether true.
It is quite a thing. There are so many men, all endlessly trying to sweep me off my feet. And there is one of you, trying just the opposite. Making sure my feet are firm beneath me lest I fall.
I have a blog where I keep in touch with my fans. I write about things that are important to me. Sometimes on there I’ll just tell a little story about the things that happen in my everyday life. People seem to enjoy them well enough.
Generally my favorite remarks always come from my readers. I’ve had people say my books made them laugh, or cry, or that it frightened them late at night.
Do you know what it’s like to run spellcheck for six hours? It’s like a party in purgatory. A party in purgatory where all they have to drink is sugar-free Kool-aid, and the only game to play is Monopoly, and none of your friends show up.
I’ve waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are.
Stories only happen to people who can tell them.
It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.