I want to go to war, Eddie Dean said calmly. You don't know what you're talking about, Roland said, but you're going to find out.Eddie nodded. They went to their war.
I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we´re still alive.
I'm tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I'm tired of never having me a buddy to be with to tell me where we's going to, coming from, or why. Mostly, I'm tired of...
If we don't have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.
If you can't laugh when things go bad--laugh and put on a little carnival--then you're either dead or wishing you were.
If you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second-to-least of your concerns. The least of all should be polite society and what it expects. If you intend to write as truthfully as yo...
If you want to play, you gotta pay.
If you've ever been homesick, or felt exiled from all the things and people that once defined you, you'll know how important welcoming words and friendly smiles can be.
It is virtually not assimilable to our reason that a small lonely man felled a giant in the midst of his limousines, his legions, his throng, and his security. If such a nonentity destroyed the leader...
It was the kiss by which all the others of his life would be judged and found wanting.
It's hard enough for a person to keep their own socks pulled up, let alone someone else's.
It's hard to make strangers care about the good things in your life.
It's probably wrong to believe there can be any limit to the horror which the human mind can experience. On the contrary, it seems that some exponential effect begins to obtain as deeper and deeper da...
Ka was like a wheel, its one purpose to turn, and in the end it always came back to the place where it had started.
Let me say it again: You must not come lightly to the blank page.
Life was a wheel, its only job was to turn, and it always came back to where it started.
Like some dogs: kick them once and they never trust you again, no matter how nice you are to them.
Long days and pleasant nights.
Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover.
My father, she said, pronouncing it fadder, and Beverly saw that her dress had also changed. It had become a scabrous, peeling black. The cameo was a skull, its jaw hung in a diseased gape. His name...
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