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...
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.
Our time here is brief, our risk enormous. Don't waste the one or increase the other, if you please.
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...
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?
Life was such a wheel that no man could stand upon it for long. And it always, at the end, came round to the same place again.
Life is short and pain is long and we were all put on this earth to help each other.
It was life, often unsatisfying, frequently cruel, usually boring, sometimes beautiful, once in a while exhilarating.
If you're just starting out as a writer, you could do worse than strip your television's electric plug-wire, wrap a spike around it, and then stick it back into the wall. See what blows, and how far....
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.
Home is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.
Her body was wrapped in shadows like moth wings, like rose-petals.
Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.
He would give anything to just sleep, and sleep, and sleep. But he opens them again and forces himself to look at Brady, because you play the game to the end. That’s how it works; play to the end. I
He killed them with their love
Good description is a learned skill, one of the prime reasons why you cannot succeed unless you read a lot and write a lot. It’s not just a question of how-to, you see; it’s also a question of how muc...
For every mother who ever cursed God for her child dead in the road, for every father who ever cursed the man who sent him away from the factory with no job, for every child who was ever born to pain...
Even the company of the mad was better than the company of the dead.
Dolls with no little girls around to mind them were sort of creepy under any conditions.
Did-a-chick? Dum-a-chum? Dad-a-cham? Ded-a-chek?