Embrace your female side. Every man has one.
It’s always wise to check your maybes.
It’s a monster,’ Richie said flatly. ‘Some kind of monster. Some kind of monster right here in Derry. And it’s killing kids.
A man’s heart is stonier than the gravel he walks on.
For the one instant the feeling held, Mother Abagail actually fancied that the woman’s face was gone and she was looking into a hole in time and space, a hole from which two eyes, dark and damned, stared out at her – eyes that were lost and haggard and hopeless.
Hodges could remember buying his first new car and letting the guy’s post-sales tutorial wash over him – uh-huh, yep, right, gotcha – just anxious to get his new purchase out on the road, to dig the rattle-free ride and inhale that incomparable new-car smell, which to the buyer is the aroma of money well spent.
When I think of Charles Jacobs – my fifth business, my change agent, my nemesis – I can’t bear to believe his presence in my life had anything to do with fate. It would mean that all these terrible things – these horrors – were meant to happen. If that is so, then there is no such thing as light, and our belief in it is a foolish illusion. If that is so, we live in darkness like animals in a burrow, or ants deep in their hill. And not alone.
In a way – I know how crazy this will sound, of course I do, but there is no sense in writing something as long as this if you can’t say what feels true to your heart.
While Evie loved all animals, she was especially fond of the smaller ones, those creepers of meadow and leapers of deadfall, the fragile-winged and the scuttling.
The Drawers are places of desolation,” he said. “The Drawers are the waste lands.
One of the things nobody tells you about the glamorous job of chaperoning teenage dances is that the shaps are the ones who have to make sure everything’s picked up and locked away once the music ends.
Ich bin mir nicht sicher, ob ich dein Vertrauen auch nur ein wenig mehr will als deine Liebe.
The gnome did indeed have a flag, but not an American one. Not even the Maine flag with the moose on it. The one the gnome was holding had a vertical blue stripe and two fat horizontal stripes, the top one white and the bottom one red. It also had a single star. I gave the gnome a pat on his pointy hat as I went past and mounted the front steps of Al’s little house on Vining Street, thinking about an amusing song by Ray Wylie Hubbard: “Screw You, We’re from Texas.
I wasn’t ever going to play Carnegie Hall, or arenas with the E Street Band, but I did still play – plenty – and had work I liked and was good at. If a man or woman wants more, I often told myself, that man or woman is tempting the gods.
He was standing motionless in front of the closed elevator door. In his faded tartan bathrobe and brown leather slippers with the rundown heels, his hair all in sleep corkscrews and Alfalfa cowlicks, he looked to her like an absurd twentieth-century Hamlet, an indecisive figure so mesmerized by onrushing tragedy that he was helpless to divert its course or alter it in any way.
He’s come out the other side. That was all. No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become.
Putting things off only makes them worse, cara mia.
There was just so much poison inside me...
America is a living body, the highways are its arteries, and the True Knot slips along them like a silent virus.
Right is what all this is about,” Roland said. “But if you look too long at the small rights, Jake – the ones that lie close at hand – it’s easy to lose sight of the big ones that stand farther off.