They walked on, somehow in step, although all three of them were bent forever in different shapes by the pains that pulled them.
His eyes were as blank and bright as doorknobs.
McVries opened his eyes and smiled again.The next instantHe was gone.
Atención -decía Bobby Thompson-. Éste es uno de los lobos que camina entre ustedes.
Turnpike itself. Garraty
This, I said pleasantly, is known as getting it on.
He wondered how far his legs would carry him on their own - how long before his brain took over them and began punishing them, making them work past any sane limit, to keep a bullet from crashing into...
Garraty thought that memories were like a line drawn in the dirt. The further back you went the scuffier and harder to see that line got. Until finally there was nothing but smooth sand and the black...
The apartment was haunted by the ghost of long-departed cabbage.
None of us really has anything to lose. That makes it easier to give away.
If people just took it a day at a time, they’d be a lot happier.
Ain’t none of you ever been stuck in the mud and needed a push? I won’t ask you how you can be for this and still call yourselves Christians, because one of you would have some kind of answer out of w...
The reason all of this is so horrible, McVries said, is because it’s just trivial. You know? We’ve sold ourselves and traded our souls on trivialities.
Love is a fake! Olson was blaring. There are three great truths in the world and they are a good meal, a good screw, and a good shit, and that’s all!
Getting old is like driving through snow that just gets deeper and deeper. When you finally get in over your hubcaps, you just spin and spin. That’s life. There are no plows to come and dig you out. Y...
The definition of an asshole is a guy who doesn't believe what he's seeing.
Blaze himself was pretty sure he himself was going to hell, as were most other people. It was a dirty world, and the longer you lived, the dirtier you got.
You were starting to sound a little like a Stephen King novel for a while there,
We’ll all be glad to see you die. No one’s going to miss you, Gary. Maybe I’ll walk behind you and spit on your brains after they blow them all over the road. Maybe I’ll do that. Maybe we all will. It
To hell with you. You just don't want to admit it. Those people, they're animals. They want to see someone's brains on the road, that's why they turn out. They'd just as soon see yours.That isn't the...