I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve. Jesus, did you?
I'm a slow reader, but I usually get through seventy or eighty books a year, most fiction. I don't read in order to study the craft; I read because I like to read
I'm not sure anybody ever gets completely over their first love, and that still rankles. Part of me still wants to know what was with me. What I was lacking.
If someone had asked him, Ben, are you lonely? , he would have looked at that someone with real surprise. The question had never even occurred to him. He had no friends, but he had his books and his...
It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn't in the middle of the room. Life isn't a support system for art. It's the othe...
It was life, often unsatisfying, frequently cruel, usually boring, sometimes beautiful, once in a while exhilarating.
It'll be your damnation, boy. You'll wear out a hundred pairs of boots on your way to hell.
Life is a crap carnival with shit prizes.
Life is short and pain is long and we were all put on this earth to help each other.
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?
One only wishes Wayne LaPierre and his NRA board of directors could be drafted to some of these scenes, where they would be required to put on booties and rubber gloves and help clean up the blood, th...
Only library books speak with such wordless eloquence of the power good stories hold over us.
Our time here is brief, our risk enormous. Don't waste the one or increase the other, if you please.
Roland could not understand why anyone would want cocaine or any other illegal drug, for that matter, in a world where such a powerful one as sugar was so plentiful and cheap.
She couldn't be on his wavelength all the time. That's all. When you could recognize that and deal with it, you were on your way to an adult relationship.
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...
Show me a man or a woman alone and I'll show you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society'. Give me four and they'll build a...
So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea...
Sometimes a man and a woman reach a crossroads and linger there, reluctant to take either way, knowing the wrong choice will mean the end... and knowing there’s so much worth saving.
Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.
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