Just don’t expect to get what you want unless we decide its what you need – this isn’t a hotel.
Hodges’s rational mind insists there’s nothing to these rumors, and certain strange occurrences have rational explanations, but there’s more to his mind than the rational part on top. Deep below that rational part is an underground ocean – there’s one inside every head, he believes – where strange creatures swim.
She sounded like the kind of woman who needs a smack every second week or so to keep her tits up.
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.
For readers, one of life’s most electrifying discoveries is that they are readers.
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.