Every moment must be first known and then savored.
Ah, come now. I look like an angel, but I'm not. The old rules of nature encompass many creatures like me. We're beautiful like the diamond-backed snake, or the striped tiger, yet we're merciless kill...
People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don't know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.
I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!
Stephen King in many respects is a wonderful writer. He has made a contribution. People in the future will be able to pick up Stephen King's books and learn a lot about who we were by reading those bo...
You see that old woman? That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die.And it means something else too, doesn't it? I shall never ever grow up.
Strong women are absolutely unpredictable.
Oh, my darling, wish you were here!And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, andbecause the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I d...
And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.
All the mortal world is a lethal enemy during those hours between dawn and dusk.
God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are none so like him as ourselves.
Sadness, it was such an arresting emotion. You could almost convince yourself of the rhyme and reason of heartbreak.
Revenge is the concern of those who are at some point or other beaten. I am not beaten, I told myself. No, not beaten. And victory is far more interesting to contemplate than revenge.
I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love.
Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.
In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked...
How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.
Goddamn it, do it yourself. You’re five hundred years old and you can’t use a telephone? Read the directions. What are you, an immortal idiot?
And then it was, that grief and pain made themselves known to me as never before. Note this, because I knew the full absurdity of Fate and Fortune and Nature more truly than a human can bear to know i...
The truth is laughter always sounds more perfect than weeping. Laughter flows in a violent riff and is effortlessly melodic. Weeping is often fought choked half strangled or surrendered to with hu...