There's a fine line between imagination and reality. An inventor dreams something up, and pretty soon, it's there on the table before… — Ridley Pearson Copy Share Image
The boys had asked why, if it acted slowly, was it called quicksand. The Mollusks had replied that, as far as they were concerned,… — Ridley Pearson Copy Share Image
What is that in his hand?" "A cleaver. As in-" "Butcher's knife." "You got it." "I hope not." "He does not look happy." "Are… — Ridley Pearson Copy Share Image
As a young boy, I read 'Cheaper by the Dozen' and immediately became neurotic about my use of time. It taxed me severely, but… — Ridley Pearson Copy Share Image
For the first-time novelist you've got to get up at 5:30 in the morning and write until 7, make breakfast and go to work.… — Ridley Pearson Copy Share Image
I've been running from, and toward, death all my life, more aware of it than a person should be. — Ridley Pearson Copy Share Image
“Nugget?" said Micah, offering a lump to Toby. "Thanks," said Toby. He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "I think maybe it is a… — Ridley Pearson Copy Share Image
I think every fiction writer, to a certain extent, is a schizophrenic and able to have two or three or five voices in his… — Ridley Pearson Copy Share Image
