Quotes from Chuck Wendig

That is an entire box of thermal detonators." "I didn't think they were snow globes." "Can I trust you not to blow us up? You handle those things like a dockworker dropping off a case of potted bantha meat.

Of course it's a wizard van.

Sometimes it's just a zen thing and it means shutting the noise out and forming a plan and realizing that as long as it's not going to kill you then you just need to breathe and move past it

A chill crawls up Miriam's spine. A parade of baby spiders.

Worth noting that the way a Ouija board works is through an ideomotor response. Whatever 'messages' the board gives its users are just the messages they unconsciously gave themselves through minuscule motor movements of the fingers when they move the planchette.

Death was a tragedy. But death was also a data point.

At heart, what we give to the world is our service, and what we give to ourselves is our purpose.

I've never felt that the presence of God and the science of humankind were incompatible. It is enough for me to feel that God has given us the skills to decipher His or Her or Their universe accordingly—science is just how we map that creation, how we understand it, and how we use it to better ourselves." He told her it was okay to believe in all of it.

No clear chain of succession was evident. Palpatine had no family of which to speak, at least as far as anyone knew.

Why … wouldn't I? People are people. You ever … look at a YouTube comments section? You'd … want everyone dead … too.

The beginning's easy because it's like -- BOOM, some shit just happened. The ending's easy because -- POW, all the shit that happened just lead to this.

Good story thrives on protagonists in pain.

Spent the years wandering, mostly. Faffing off. Getting high. Sucking dick. Seeing the country. As one does.

You are in love with yourself, aren't you?" He hmphed. "Someone has to be.

You ever . . . look at a YouTube comments section? You'd . . . want everyone dead . . . too.

Our service and our purpose must be two circles perfectly overlapping. What we give to the world must be the work that defines us. Meaning we give ourselves to the world to make it better. We don't just work to work. But we don't just let our destiny die on the vine.

what was going on here went well beyond weird and into the stuff of a Stephen King novel.

Story should be a descent -- the feeling that there is an intense gravity to the narrative that draws you down, down, down.

Creative agitation can serve you well. Embrace it. Look into that dark hole for answers, not fear.

Because we all end up in the dirt at the end.

Miriam's heels are dug so far in, she's up to her neck.

We think the future is robots and hovercars and maybe it's really here.

I neither like nor approve of this government." "But as you note, you are American. Which means this is your government as much as it is mine." "This government hasn't been mine in a long time." One of those types. "You and I are going to have to differ on that point. I say you live here, it's your government. All the bells and whistles. All the warts and wrinkles.

Put differently, harden the fuck up, soldier. (And beard the fuck on, while we're at it.)