But see that you get on. That's your job in this hard world, to keep your love alive and see that you get on, no matter what. Pull your act together and just go on.
But people love a hypocrite, you know——they recognize one of their own, and it always feels so good when someone gets caught with his pants down and his dick up and it isn't you.
But he had never seen Myrna in practice...never that close up. He had been impressed and a little frightened by the contrast between seeing ballet on stange, where everyone seemed to either glide or m...
But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.
Are you sure self-pity is a luxury you can afford, Jack?
Stupidity is one of the two things we see most clearly in retrospect. The other is missed chances.
Fiction is the truth inside a lie.
If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.
The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no mor...
Sometimes you get what you want, but mostly you get what you get.
Joined the singing too, and when it was done and the applause rolled out once more, he was crying a bit himself. Rita was gone. Alice Underwood was gone. New York was gone. America was gone. Even if t...
Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open.
Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.
What Jack didn't understand was that no matter where he went, the same asshole got off the plane.
Weird love's better than no love at all.
We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long
Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?
Time was a face on the water, and like the great river before them, it did nothing but flow.
Thousands of grasshoppers jumped wildly to get out of his way as he walked toward them, and Larry thought: I’m their plague. I’m their dark man.
The turtle couldn't help us.