The medical definition of is misdiagnosis.
The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the good byes that tell us we're still alive.
The good thing about being old, is you don’t have to worry about dying young.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want for nothing. He makes me lie down in the green pastures. He greases up my head with oil. He gives me kung-fu in the face of my enemies. Amen
That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons, even death may die. —
She pushed the button and like a miracle her head filled with the sound of Jerry Trupiano’s voice… and more importantly, with the sounds of Fenway Park. She was sitting out here in the darkening, drip...
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.
It's a cash and carry world. Sometimes you pay a little. Mostly it's a lot. Sometimes, it's everything you have.
If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered.
I see things, that's all. Write enough stories and every shadow on the floor looks like a footprint; every line in the dirt like a secret message.
I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.
I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous.
I believe most people are essentially good. I know that I am. It's you I'm not entirely sure of.
Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.
He would write it for the reason he felt that all great literature, fiction and nonfiction, was written: truth comes out, in the end it always comes out. He would write it because he felt he had to.
He was a romantic in his own harsh way…yet he was also realist enough to know that some times love actually did conquer all.
He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts
He has promised himself that he’ll try not to stuff his Dark Tower fantasies with unpronounceable words in some made-up (not to say fucked-up) language—his editor, Chuck Verrill in New York, will only...
Frightened people live in their own special hell. You could say they make it themselves, but they can't help it. It's the way they're built. They deserve sympathy and compassion.
Everything's a lot tougher when it's for real. That's when you choke. When it's for real.