Time’s the thief of memory: that one he knew.
The ass of a man is the piston that drives the world, and you have a good one.
Power had been passed in some way that none of them knew but all understood.
To this day I’m not entirely sure what hematocrit and hemoglobin are, but mine started to come back up and that pleased everybody.
Go where ye list,’ as the Good Book says. But go there alive, Trisha. Don’t be no ghost. If you turn into one of those, it might be better if you stayed away.
I think that gratitude for life, whatever the cause, indicates that one has managed to hold on to the core of one’s sanity.
Religious mania is one of the few infallible ways of responding to the world’s vagaries, because it totally eliminates pure accident. To the true religious maniac, it’s all on purpose.
They felt right together; they fitted neatly against each other’s edges. He couldn’t explain it to himself any better than that, and since it didn’t really seem to need any explaining, he decided he ought to just let it be.
It’s also important to remember it’s not about the setting, anyway – it’s about the story, and it’s always about the story.
Oh, well, spit in the ocean and see if it comes back.
Baseball is also a game of balance.
He was a beefy man with fluffy popcorn hair, white shirt, and dark green chinos.
Maybe, he thinks drearily, I just ought to kill myself now and be done with it. Get rid of these awful thoughts. These snapshots from hell.
She simply lived with his face in her heart all the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache...
Women are good at rhetorical questions, aren’t they?
Thousands of grasshoppers jumped wildly to get out of his way as he walked toward them, and Larry thought: I’m their plague. I’m their dark man.
He was able to take things from the prisoner’s world to his own. The tooter-fish popkin proved that.
Stamper immediately confirmed this. “I was a big sinner,” he confided to the audience. “Now, praise God, I’m just a big eater.
Although love is a dangerous word when it comes from men. Quite often they don’t mean the same thing as women do when they say it. Sometimes they mean they’ll kill for it. Sometimes when they say it they don’t mean much of anything. Which, of course, most women come to know. Some with resignation, many with sorrow.
Florida on my mind, that refuge of the newly wed and the nearly dead.