“Twenty minutes after the war ends, I'm watching stumpers pour up out of a frozen hole in the ground like ants from hell and praying that I keep my natural legs for another day.”— Daniel H. Wilson, amazon.com
“I warn you that what you're starting to read is full of loose ends and unanswered questions.”— Jack Finney, amazon.com
“The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years--if it ever did end--began, so far as I know or can tell, with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter swollen with rain.”— Stephen King, amazon.com
“I thought I'd die bloody, just seemed like the likeliest way, given my line of work.”— David Reed, amazon.com
“This was supposed to be a writer's retreat, it was supposed to be safe.”— Chuck Palahniuk, amazon.com
“In nineteen minutes, you can mow the front lawn, color your hair, watch a third of a hockey game.”— Jodi Piclout, amazon.com
“Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time thinking about death.”— John Green, Hazel, amazon.com
“Every morning I wake up and I tell myself this: It's just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through.”— Gayle Forman, Adam, amazon.com
“In my first memory, I am three years old and I am trying to kill my sister.”— Jodi Picoult, Anna Fitzgerald, amazon.com
“It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me.”— Anthony Burgess, amazon.com
“Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.”— James Joyce, amazon.com