Friends come in and out of your life like busboys in a restaurant, did you ever notice that?
Let this ground be seeded with salt, so that no stalk of corn, or stalk of wheat shall ever grow. Cursed be the children of this ground, and cursed be their loins. Also cursed be their hams and hocks. Hail Marry full of grace, let us blow this goddamn place.
Do they see the lethal insanity of a race to the brink of oblivion, and then over the edge? Apparently not. If they did, surely they wouldn’t be racing to begin with. Or is it a simple failure of imagination? One doesn’t like to think such a rudimentary failing could bring about the end, yet...
M-O-O-N Spells moon.
Young women and young men grow up, but old women and old men just grow older and surer they’ve got right on their side.
The most classic horror tale of this latter type is the Old Testament story of Job, who becomes human Astro-Turf in a kind of spiritual Superbowl between God and Satan.
Pride was the belt you could use to hold up your pants even after your pants were gone.
The rest of it – and perhaps the best of it – is a permission slip: you can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will.
You always know the truth, because when you cut yourself or someone else with it, there’s always a bloody show.
It occured to her that pleasure, no matter how deep, was a ghostly, ephemeral thing. Love might make the world go round, but she was convinced it ws the cries of the badly wounded andf deeply afflicted which spun the universe on the great glass pole of it’s axis.
Never tell a lie when you can tell the truth.
You could not moralize children out of growing up. Or teach them how to do it.
He walked out of nowhere toward nowhere, a man from another time who, it seemed, had reached a point of pointless ending.
Semi-automatics have only two purposes. One is so owners can take them to the shooting range once in awhile, yell yeehaw, and get all horny at the rapid fire and the burning vapor spurting from the end of the barrel. Their other use – their only other use – is to kill people.
You know,” King said, “I’m not much good at telling stories. That sounds like a paradox, but it’s not; it’s the reason I write them down.
You cant be too careful on a skateboard.
The world’s jut a hospice with fresh air.
Those who do not learn the lessons of the past are condemned to repeat it.
What you need to remember is that there’s a difference between lecturing about what you know and using it to enrich the story. The latter is good. The former is not.
I guess we always find excuses to keep on with our bad habits, don’t we?