There was a There there. It just wasn’t God.
- Stephen King. “Under the Dome”.
When he stood again, he was smiling. But it was more than a smile; his face was transformed with the happiness that’s reserved for those who are finally allowed to reach all the way up.
- Stephen King. “11.22.63”.
It was one of those perfect summer days which, in a world where everything was on track and on the beam, you would never forget.
- Stephen King. “It”.

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Sometimes I start by dusting my bookshelves and instead of cleaning the rest of the room I just spend hours leafing through these beauties.

Dark Tower series and assorted comics/biographies/companion books not pictured.

Mostly when I think of pacing, I go back to Elmore Leonard, who explained it so perfectly by saying he just left out the boring parts. This suggests cutting to speed the pace, and that’s what most of us end up having to do (kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings)… I got a scribbled comment that changed the way I rewrote my fiction once and forever. Jotted below the machine-generated signature of the editor was this mot: ‘Not bad, but PUFFY. You need to revise for length. Formula: 2nd Draft = 1st Draft – 10%. Good luck.’
- Stephen King. “On Writing”.
A cat won’t curry favor even if it’s in their best interests to do so. A cat can’t be a hypocrite. If more preachers were like cats, this would be a more religious country.
- Stephen King. “Everything’s Eventual”.