Love isn’t soft, like the poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.
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.
It’s alright to feel fear, but sometimes a very bad idea to show it.
I love my sons and I love that they are writers – I also love my daughter, who’s a minister and an orchard keeper! – but I wouldn’t wish the burden of Mid-World and the Dark Tower on them. I enjoy working with them, though, because we fit together.
The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.
On the subject of love at first sight, I’m with the Beatles: I believe that it happens all the time.
You are the grim, goal-oriented ones who will not believe that the joy is in the journey rather than the destination no matter how many times it has been proven to you.
I never have a thematic intention at the outset.
I think reality is thin, you know, thin as lake ice after a thaw, and we fill our lives with noise and light and motion to hide that thinness from ourselves.
Let evil wait for the day on which it must fall.
Discipline and constant work are the whetstones upon which the dull knife of talent is honed until it becomes sharp enough, hopefully, to cut through even the toughest meat and gristle.
When it comes to rock music, I’m not much of a player, but I do have entry-level chops. I’m more knowledgeable as a listener, and Revival gave me a way to write about rock and roll without being preachy or boring.
Good books are for consideration after, too.
I think that friendship always makes us feel such sweet gratitude, because the world almost always seems like a very hard desert, and the flowers that grow there seem to grow against such high odds.
Dreams age faster than dreamers.
No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.
I did spend years as an addict, so I know that world, although I wish I didn’t.
True sorrow is as rare as true love.
Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.
Each life makes its own immitation of immortality.