Quotes from Chuck Wendig

They couldn't invent answers and assume they were true because they hadn't yet disproved them.

May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house. —George Carlin

In the kitchen, Chris pours her a glass of sun tea. Bitter. She hates the way they make tea up here. Tea should be sweet, gritty with sugar. Up here it's like the Yankees want their tea to taste like wash water.

I have a distaste for the term "supporting characters." It's not that it's a bad term, exactly, but it does call to mind a jockstrap or a bra—something created only to lift and support something else, that's purely architectural and not alive with that precious spark of life we assume characters should have.

The Wizard" was like if the Who fucked Led Zeppelin and Blue Öyster Cult at an orgy after an opium-laden game of Dungeons & Dragons.

By now, the flock—the walkers themselves—numbered 325. With them came the shepherds, over a hundred.

Crayola makes all kinds of crazy colors. You know. Burnt umber. Burnt sienna. Blanched almond. Baby-shit yellow. And so on, and so forth. I'm just saying, cockroaches Have their own color. It's distinct. Crayola should get on that. The kids'll love it.

rough guess is that it killed ninety-nine percent of people.

Write as much as you can. As fast as you can. Finish your shit. Hit your deadlines. Try very hard not to suck.

Here are the two states in which you may exist: person who writes, or person who does not. If you write: you are a writer. If you do not write: you are not. Aspiring is a meaningless null state that romanticizes Not Writing. It's as ludicrous as saying, "I aspire to pick up that piece of paper that fell on the floor." Either pick it up or don't. I don't want to hear about how your diaper's full. Take it off or stop talking about it.

Creativity needs time. We're all dying. Fuck stagnation. High-five creation.

Did you just say shrug instead of actually shrugging?

Writers are made--forged, really, in a kiln of their own madness and insecurities--over the course of many, many moons. The writer you are when you begin is not the same as the writer you become.

We're all the heroes of our own tales. Even villains.

Moon in the sky, stars out, the wide-open expanse of nothing: it made him feel free and alive as the daytime never did.

Failure is an instruction manual written in scar tissue.

If you want to find the way forward, then stop looking for maps and start walking.

Gotta have a head like a wrecking ball, a spirit like one of them punching clown dummies that always weeble-wobbles back up to standing. This takes time. Stories need to find the right home, the right audience. Stick with it. Quitting is for sad pandas.

With the blood of a scoundrel and a princess in his veins, his defiance will shake the stars.

Stories are like wine; they need time. So take the time. This isn't a hot dog eating contest. You're not being judged on how much you write but rather, how well you do it. Sure, there's a balance — you have to be generative, have to be swimming forward lest you sink like a stone and find remora fish mating inside your rectum. But generation and creativity should not come at the cost of quality. Give your stories and your career the time and patience it needs.

Use the words that live inside your head. And if the words that live inside your head are those of a sentimental Victorian troubadour, then please close your head in a door jamb until you kill all that overwrought prose in an act of brain damage.

Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window.

Even a small group of people can change the galaxy.

if there's one mystical energy that powers the galaxy, it's not the Force. It's pure, unadulterated irony.