So where do the ideas-the salable ideas-come from? They come from my nightmares. Not the night-time variety, as a rule, but the ones that hide just beyond the doorway that separates the conscious from the unconscious.
Theres a constant struggle going on about how much will be illegal and how much you will be free to take. Can we open the pharmacies? Can we put Valium and Percodan and those sorts of things out on the shelves? I wouldn’t take it. I don’t know.
It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.
Hurt’s a reason to change, but all the hurt in the world don’t change facts.
The road to hell is paved with adverbs.
I believe the road to hell is paved with adverbs, and I will shout it from the rooftops.
JK Rowling created seven Horcruxes. She put a part of her soul in every book and now her books will live forever.
It’s funny how close the past is, sometimes. Sometimes it seems as if you could almost reach out and touch it. Only who really wants to?
I’ve been typed as a horror writer, and I’ve always said to people, “I don’t care what you call me as long as the checks don’t bounce and the family gets fed.”
Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.
That was what I wanted, but I don’t need it to be gone. I can love you and I can love life and bear the pain all at the same time. I think the pain might even make the rest better, the way a good setting can make a diamond look better.
We don’t know the days that will change our lives. Probably just as well.
Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.
We lie best when we lie to ourselves.
Talent is never static. It’s always growing or dying.
People with a high tolerance for boredom can get a lot of thinking done.
Relief loosens tongues beyond measure.
I’m so afraid that all I can reach will lead me to all I dare not see.
It’s best to be ruthless with the past.