Four stories. A quarter apiece. That was the first buck I made in this business. — Stephen King

We're not even in the same year together, let alone the same room....except we are together. We're close.

My mother knew I wanted to be a writer (with all those rejection slips hanging from the spike on my bedroom wall, how could she not?), but she encouraged me to get a teacher’s credential “so you’ll have something to fall back on.

...reading in bed can be heaven, assuming you can get just the right amount of light on the page and aren't prone to spilling your coffee or cognac on the sheets.