Io credo che la via per l’inferno sia lastricata di avverbi e sono pronto a salire sui tetti per gridarlo a tutti.
I think what was here before is still here... the thing that has shown up every twenty-seven years or so. Sometimes it comes a little sooner, sometimes a little later... but it always comes... It always comes back, you see. It.
No more assumptions, just belief.
His rest was thing and lit by the crudely poetic dreams only adolescent boys have, dreams where sexual attraction and romantic love come together and resonate more powerfully than they ever will again.
Das Leben ist kurz, und der Schmerz ist lang, und wir sind alle auf diese Welt gekommen, um einander zu helfen.
That wouldn’t stop me from kicking his yellow, lazy ass if I got the chance, though.
You somehow didn’t expect cleverness from a girl this beautiful; beautiful girls did not, as a rule, have to be clever. So far as Bert could tell, all beautiful girls had to do was wake up in the morning.
Of course we’re friends... we are both civilized men, aren’t we? We’ve shared bed and board and bottle. We’ll always be friends, and the dog collar I have on you will always be ignored by mutual consent, and I’ll take good and benevolent care of you. All I ask in return is your soul. Small item. We can even ignore the fact that you’ve handed it over, the way we ignore the dog collar.
New Hampshire newsman with a passion for the arcane christened the killer Springheel Jack, after the infamous Dr. John Hawkins of Bristol, who did five of his wives to death with odd pharmaceutical knickknacks.
He was good and bad and I loved both sides of him. God help me, I guess I still do.” “You and most kids,” Billy said. “You love your folks and hope for the best. What else can you do?
Eddie poured it into the hole, teeth bared at the pain, and then went ahead and used the stuff on both his leg and the laceration in his scalp before he could lose his courage. He tried to remember if Frodo and Sam had had to face anything even close to the horrors of hydrogen peroxide, and couldn’t come up with anything, Well, of course, they had elves to heal them, hadn’t they?
He thought: This town has the wrong name. It ought to be Time.
Mr. Harley, the headmaster, approached the podium and imparted a brief exordium about the importance of Finals Week, and how the grades they received would constitute another step upon The Great Road of Life. He told them that the school was depending on them, he was depending on them, and their parents were depending on them. He did not tell them that the entire free world was depending on them, but he strongly implied that this might be so.
The entrance ramp had been blocked by an overturned semi. Bright-burning flares had been scattered around it like birthday candles on some idiot child’s cake.
Sarcastic people tend to be marshmallows underneath the armor, she once told me. I’m no different.
Ein Mann, der seine schlechten Angewohnheiten nicht gut mit anderen teilen kann, ist ein Mann, der sie ganz aufgeben sollte.
Tharn. It was a good word for a bad state of mind.
It is virtually not assimilable to our reason that a small lonely man felled a giant in the midst of his limousines, his legions, his throng, and his security. If such a nonentity destroyed the leader of the most powerful nation on earth, then a world of disproportion engulfs us, and we live in a universe that is absurd. – Norman Mailer.
You’re eating a bitter meal. You don’t know that because someone told you it was sweet and your own tastebuds are numb.
What if death drives us insane? What if we survive, but it drives us insane? What then?