When The Dawn Was Still Long Hours

It Is The Tale, Not He Who Tells It.

Memory Is The Basis Of Every Journey.

Artistic Talent Is Far More Common Than The Talent To Nurture Artistic Talent.

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.

Time Is A Keyhole.... We Sometimes Bend And Peer Through It. And The Wind We Feel On Our Cheeks When We Do--the Wind That Blows Through The Keyhole--is The Breath Of All The Living Universe.