Expansive,” he says to the empty room, but it’s more than that. “Outward. This guy writes outward. He learned with others. And wrote for others.
Why would a person do that, Bill? Why would a person go back into the nightmare of her own accord?
I can’t stand to hope unless there’s a reason to.
I may look like Froggy the Gremlin, but in truth I’m Prince Fuckin Charming.
He remembered meeting her in the park, and how he had thought her conversation seemed like a careless spray of diamonds on the green felt of a billiard table. Since yesterday afternoon it had seemed more like the glitter of zircons, near-perfect pastes that were, after all, only pastes.
Her name was Ellen and I loved her very much. She love to pick flowers and put them in vayses. What happen was like a horra movie. I never go see horra movies because on Halloween night in 1958 I lived thru one. My.
My first editor used to say that eighty-five per cent of what goes on in a novelist’s head is none of his business, a sentiment I’ve never believed should be restricted to just writers. So-called higher thought is, by and large, highly overrated.
Jack had seen Denker the teacher as not much different from the strutting South American little Caesars in their banana kingdoms, standing dissidents up against the wall of the handiest squash or handball court, a super-zealot in a comparatively small puddle, a man whose every whim becomes a crusade.
But the boy survived his refusal to believe...
I was born at night, but it wasn’t last night.
It’s the unanswered questions that makes it worth getting up in the morning.
Bill thought, Why are they crying so far apart? and then he shoved the thought away.
Reality was deep, and it was far. It held many secrets and went on forever.
Don’t you dare do it, Eddie! Don’t you dare! Wet feet, that’s one way – one of the thousands of ways – that colds start, and colds lead to pneumonia, so don’t you do it!
When it whoops, those rooms get as cold as a frigid woman with an ice cube up her works.
Susannah’s memory had become distressingly spotty, unreliable, like the half-stripped transmission of an old car.
So sometimes she wondered, in a distracted sort of way, where she was when she wasn’t here, but mostly her needs were too sudden and pressing for any extended contemplation, and she simply fulfilled what needed to be fulfilled, did what needed to be done.
I believe it lures people on to acts of terrible evil by whispering to them that they will do good. That they’ll make things not just a little better but all better.
Bill suited the action to the word, getting up and leaning over the handlebars and pumping the pedals at a lunatic rate. Looking at Bill’s back, which was amazingly broad for a boy of eleven-going-on-twelve, watching it work under the duffel coat, the shoulders slanting first one way and then the other as he shifted his weight from one pedal to the other, Richie suddenly became sure that they were invulnerable... they would live forever and ever.
Bad times are on horseback.