I’d like to suggest that turning off that endlessly quacking box is apt to improve the quality of your life as well as the quality of your writing.
Always Roland; and in the end, after the others had fallen, murdered away one by one in these bloody motions, Roland would remain.
Showers early, then clearing. When Barry Manilow began moaning about Mandy, who came and who gave without takin’, the cabbie snapped the radio off. Bill.
Sure, and maybe a cabal of Victoria’s Secret lingerie models would crack the secret of hydrogen fusion.
He knew a great deal of the Bible already, and he knew the Bible believed in all sorts of weird stuff. According to the Bible, God Himself was at least one-third Ghost, and that was just the beginning. You could tell the Bible believed in demons, because Jesus threw a bunch of them out of this guy. Real chuckalicious ones, too. When Jesus asked the guy who had them what his name was, the demons answered and told Him to go join the Foreign Legion. Or something like that.
That John Coffey whose eyes were always streaming tears, like blood from a wound that can never heal.
Would you kill all your answers so easily, gunslinger?
Yeah, the world must be going to a camp-meeting hell when something like that can happen, ’ I agreed. ‘But that don’t matter now. All that matters now is, do we have an understanding here or do you want to see if you can learn how to breathe through your forehead?
I never had an adult student who did less than try his or her ass off.
It’s unlikely to happen,” de Mohrenschildt corrected. “But never underestimate the American bourgeoisie’s capacity to embrace fascism under the name of populism.
There was nothing like fresh meat you’d seen to yourself.
If you knew that past was out of reach, maybe you could forgive.
The way I look at it, checkbook love is better than no love at all.
Stupid to keep cash, there was no reason for it other than his dislike of credit cards and checks and stocks and instruments of transfer, all the tempting chains that tied people to America’s overwhelming and ultimately destructive debt-and-spend machine.
Everything’s smaller when it’s out,” he said. “I hope you’ll pass that on to your pigeons.
There was a dangerous dog inside his head. Sober, he could keep it on a leash. When he drank, the leash disappeared.
Little by little, the long light of this June evening mellows to dusk. The kids who’ve been playing on sidewalks and front lawns go inside to watch TV or play video games or spend an educational evening texting various misspelled messages and dumbass emoticons to their friends.
He stood shocked in the hot Texas sunshine and made water in his pants.
The wheel which turns our lives is remorseless; always it comes around to the same place again.
It was like a splinter, one lodged in his mind instead of under his skin.